Those Arkansas people are poor as they can be. But brother, under them old blue shirts beats some real good true Holy Ghost filled hearts. Yes, sir. I’d rather have one of them with me any time, than maybe a slicker with his collar turned around in the back, and I couldn’t trust him out of my sight. Yes, indeedy, yes, indeed. Just…I tell you, this old time religion, brother, it straightens you up. That’s right. It’ll make a—a—a silk dress and a calico put their arms around one another and call “sister.” Is that right? It’ll make a tuxedo suit and a pair of overalls call each other “brother.” That’s what it’ll do, brother. It’ll clean you up. It’ll make no difference in you. It tears down that self, and starch, and pride, that we’ve got.

Testimony, 1953-09-02, Chicago, IL, §32