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What I know are simple truths. I know that the fabric of memory is reinforced by stories, rent by silences. I know that power dreads memory. I know that memory outlasts power’s viciousness. I know . . . that a voiceless man is as good as dead.
What I know are simple truths. I know that the fabric of memory is reinforced by stories, rent by silences. I know that power dreads memory. I know that memory outlasts power’s viciousness. I know . . . that a voiceless man is as good as dead.
