I went down to Minnie’s every Thursday evening to play some cards and drink a little. I fell asleep early and when I woke up around two A.M. I saw four white women and three dudes—two blacks and one white. I saw guns spread out all over the floor, an’ I asked them why they had guns, more than I’d ever seen in my life. They didn’t answer, and, instead, the black dude asked me my name and then introduced me to everyone.
[When asked if Patty Hearst was there]
Man, how can I tell? All white women look the same to me. — Brenda Daniels, who was a 17 year-old neighbor sleeping at the house at which the SLA met their fiery end.