A mill doesn't run without cane and cane doesn't grow without farmers. I wouldn't be standing here if it weren't for one special farmer, my father, Ernest Bordelon. And now I, and my sister, Nova, and my brother, Ralph Angel, carry the torch by farming the land he left us. I know he's looking down on us, and I dedicate the opening of this mill to him, and thank him for this journey of the heart that has brought our family together. I see the beautiful faces of my Daddy's friends, farmers who worked the land with dignity. We honor you by creating a place that treats you fairly.

Charley