I have no power to help the South. The slippers are what helped me before, and now that I don’t have them, I’m nothing. Only a woman with a machete, who wouldn’t be able to hold her own against a true warrior. So everyone here needs to stop believing that I’m some miracle saint, because I’m not. I’m Dorothy Gale, a farm girl, and that’s all I’ll ever be. Even then, I may have been stronger as a child when I held hope and believed nothing bad could happen in the world.
