Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Sure, cried the tenant men, but it's our land. We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours-being born on it, working it, dying on it. ”
John Steinbeck
From : The Grapes of Wrath
