And today, I see their faces. I see the faces of the men and women who worked in the mill in Robbins, North Carolina - the mill my father worked in, the mill I worked in. I can picture their faces as clear as they are in front of me right now, lint in their hair an grease on their faces, men and women who represent the best of what America is.
However, I'm sure the trial lawyer Mill is still open for bizness.
