By some quirk of atavism, a certain portion of that early self's language had come down to him as a racial memory.
A racial memory, inset against the forest scenery, flashed suddenly through the depths laid bare.
There is a racial memory by which the past is continually accumulated and preserved.
No racial memory could have taught them; there were no tin cans a million years, not even a hundred years, ago.
Humanity had survived other plagues nearly as terrible as this—and racial memory is long.
The inheritance of ancestral characteristics, according to this view, may be described as racial memory.
In a large sense civilization itself is a kind of racial memory.