Memories wasn't a place, memories was in the mind.

Ain't we all been hurt by slavery?

My master jecked up my dress and gived my mistress the whip and told her to teach me a lesson. Every time she hit me she asked me what I said my name was. I said Jane Brown. She hit me again: what I said my name was. I said Jane Brown.

We ain't giving up," I said. "We done gone this far.