It is exactly the fear of revenge that motivates the deepest crimes, from the killing of the enemy's children lest they grow up to play their own part, to the erasure of the enemy's graveyards and holy places so that his hated name can be forgotten.
You have me like a drawing, erased, coloured in, untitled, signed by your tongue.
The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.
Memories images, once they are fixed in words, are erased.
It's very hard to live in an environment where you're reminded, constantly told that your existence just happens to be here... That you are not meant to be here.
I think I prefer the constant renewal. It's almost like sandpapering down any details or any contour of familiarities.
Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.
San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.
I remember being in a history lesson and saying to my teacher, 'How come you never talk about black scientists and inventors and pioneers?' And she looked at me and said, 'Because there aren't any.'
If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky i felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, i felt what would be would be.
But then you hear that he can't hear you, you see that he can't see you. You are not here--and you haven't even died yet. You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol on the ladies' room door.
How easy it is to destroy the past and how difficult to forget it.
Sometimes I find the best way of getting from one place to another is simply to erase everything and begin again.
There are no black women geniuses that are being named in canons. I could name a bunch, but it's not part of common knowledge. It's not how the world is taught to think about black women.
I don't know their names. Their names have been erased from my memory banks. If I tried to bring 'em back, I'd get shocked.
Oblivion is the dark page, whereon Memory writes her light-beam characters, and makes them legible; were it all light, nothing could be read there, any more than if it were all darkness.
A know a place called New Beginnings, but I don't think it works quite like that. You can't just erase everything that came before.
Either you're the one erasing or you're the one being erased.
I'm the sort of person who doesn't write in ink. I only write in pencil, so it can be rubbed out.
History has proven that art depicting black people cannot be disentangled from the political implications that such art has on their lives. As Africans were being stripped from the continent and sailed across the Atlantic to the Western world, depictions of black people in Western art changed in order to further render them racialized caricatures.
Have you ever walked along a shoreline, only to have your footprints washed away? That's what Alzheimer's is like. The waves erase the marks we leave behind, all the sand castles. Some days are better than others.
It Will Be As If I Never Existed
Hollywood has definitely grown, in embracing the inclusion of Latinos in the world, because, for some time, we didn't exist. We were not part of any stories.
They [Erasers] were bad fliers," Angel chimed in, "And in their minds, they weren't all kill the mutants, like they usually are. They were like, remember to flap!
And "classically not beautiful" is a fancy term for saying ugly. And denouncing you. And erasing you.
