But one does not forget by trying to forget. One only remembers.
But one does not forget by trying to forget. One only remembers.
My parents would say something to me and I would feel embraced by the sounds of their words. Those sounds said: I am speaking with ease in Spanish. I am addressing you in words I never use with los gringos. I recognize you as someone special, close, like no one outside. You belong with us. In the family.
Of all the institutions in their lives, only the Catholic Church has seemed aware of the fact that my mother and father are thinkers—persons aware of the experience of their lives. Other institutions—the nation‘s political parties, the industries of mass entertainment and communications, the companies that employed them—have all treated my parents with condescension.