History is with us until we learn from the suffering of the past.
When someone has spent a lifetime trying to survive a death sentence, the last thing you want is your children uncovering what you have been at such pains to conceal.
When my ancestors came from Africa, they were shackled by our neck, our wrists, and our ankles in steel chains. I've turned those steel chains into gold to symbolize the fact that I'm still a slave, only my price tag is higher.
After voluntary exertions on the part of our people to which the history of the world furnishes no parallel, is the old root of bitterness still to remain in the ground, to sprout and bear fruit in the future as it has borne fruit in the past?
History is only the register of crimes and misfortunes.
The first half of our lives are ruined by our parents and the second half by our children.
In my family history, there are generations of women who were abandoned by men. It's one of the themes of my family.
There is no escape - we pay for the violence of our ancestors.
There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.
