The wind at 26 degrees north latitude cannot dissipate the heat in the cotton fields of Stadtland, nor can it penetrate the gloomy gloom in the eyes of the slaves. In this land that is scorched by the scorching sun, snow-white cotton sways on the branches, but greedy poison ivy and violent thorns breed in the shadows. The overseer's whip cracked many backs, and the splashed blood soaked the soil; the overseer's sneer crushed many hopes, and trampled humble prayers into dust.
Concept: Human nature