The rule I kept was that I was not to cast blame. Icontinually kept an eye on the border between memoryand imagination. I understood that I agreed to be inthose moments of my told life, and took part in thestory. As I wrote, I was aware of using memory toconstruct something different from it, a process liketranslation from one language to another. I kept to truthas I knew it.
In a way, avoiding the outing down of others is a way to stop the act of erasing one another. Letting the truth, even if it is just a person's truth, is letting them exist. In attempting to uphold some one's words, even a person you don't like is keeping them from dissapearing, as attacking someone, or trying remove their influence is in itself an act of erasure.