A Quote by Fannie Lou Hamer

[My father] did get enough money to buy mules. We didn't have tractors, but he bought mules, wagons, cultivators and some farming equipment. As soon as he bought that and decided to rent some land, because it was always better if you rent the land, but as soon as he got the mules and wagons and everything, somebody went to our trough - a white man who didn't live very far from us - and he fed the mules Paris Green, put it in their food and it killed the mules and our cows.
A white man killed the mules and our cows that knocked us right back down. And things got so tough then I began to wish I was white.
In Tennessee where I grew up, there were animals, farms, wagons, mules.
I hate mules. I hate the noise when someone walks with mules. Clomp, clomp, clomp. I think it's very not chic. I don't even like a flip-flop. I don't like this noise.
In the world of mules there are no rules.
Why do I want my wife to show off her panties when the wind blows? Horses show their behinds, and cows and mules, not humans.
Mules and human jackasses are proverbially stubborn.
Horses and mules, and even sail cars, made more rapid progress than did the earliest locomotive.
Harness mules and oxen, but give a horse a chance to run.
There's nothing like a pack of mules to give one a sense of entourage.
Central African farmers don't have any animal power because sleeping sickness kills all the animals - cattle, the horses, the burros and the mules. So draft animals don't exist, and farming is all by hand, and the hand tools are hoes and machetes.
My favorite sound is definitely mules. If it was an instrument, it's really pingthe touch of the black keys of the piano.
Civilization, or "the system" or "society" or whatever you want to call it, is best served not by mules but by free men.
My father's father died when he was a teenager, and dad went to work to support his mother and two siblings as a carpenter and as a builder's mule, hauling carts of lumber to construction sites when it was too icy for the mules to climb the hills.
I love clothes, and yes, we go out, but it's not like I'm walking around all day in a negligee with fluffy mules.
The problem with the Tea Party is they're all ignorant hillbillies who drink moonshine and ride around on mules. And they believe in stereotypes too.
My grandfather and my father had wheat ranches, so we had quite a few trucks around and a lot of mules. Talk about horsepower - we had mule power.
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