As a slave as a child I would have been jubilant if someone fought for me and my mother. There was no escaping, there was no rising up, there was nothing. We learned to take care of ourselves and learned how to survive the environment, but it was truly a miracle when someone showed up and fought for my freedom. Maybe those who have lived here had no choice but to live through it and get by day to day. Maybe someone sticking up for them and believing that they were worth fighting for was exactly something they needed/need. Maybe even just knowing that someone else would fight along side them would be enough to spark something.