Quotes About Oppression

Cómo odio las farsas e ironías de este mundo! En cuanto una criatura es asesinada, a otra se le priva de la vida de forma lenta y tortuosa. Y, los verdugos, con manos aún teñidas de sangre inocente, creen haber llevado a cabo una gran obra.

happy are women that can weep, and in a passionate caress disburthen the oppression of their feelings; shame and habitual restraint hold back a man.

I learned that the possessions most esteemed by your fellow creatures were high and unsullied descent united with riches. A man might be respected with only one of these advantages, but without either he was considered, except in very rare instances, as a vagabond and a slave, doomed to waste his powers for the profits of the chosen few

for to me the walls of a dungeon or a palace were alike hateful. The cup of life was poisoned for ever; and

men were encouraged to punish any woman they regarded as unruly. If a woman tried to escape from a cruel or violent husband, she was considered an outlaw, and her husband had the legal right to imprison her.

Mi sembrava un sogno, però chiaro e oppressivo come la realtà.

I did not participate in these feelings; for to me the walls of a dungeon or a palace were alike hateful.

I came out, my morals unimproved, my hatred to my oppressors encreased tenfold. Bread and water did not tame my blood, nor solitary confinement inspire me with gentle thoughts. I was angry, impatient, miserable; my only happy hours were those during which I devised schemes of revenge...years passed on; and years only added fresh love of freedom, and contempt for all that was not as wild and rude as myself.

The words induced me to turn towards myself. I learned that the possessions most esteemed by your fellow creatures were high and unsullied descent united with riches. A man might be respected with only one of these advantages, but without either he was considered, except in very rare instances. as a vagabond and a slave, doomed to waste his powers for the profits of the chosen few!

They hanged my mother. I watched her body swing from the lower branches of a silk cotton tree. She had committed a crime for which there is no pardon. She had struck a white man. She had not killed him, however. In her clumsy rage she had only managed to gash his shoulder

But when I heard that this old man, who went from accuser to being the accused, had been staked out on his back in a field and the deputies had piled stone upon stone on his chest, it made me wonder about the kind of people who were convicting us. Where was Satan? Wasn't he hiding in the folds of the judges' coats? Wasn't he speaking in the voices of these magistrates and men of religion?

Like Solzhenitsyn, I believe that in the end, words will break cement. Solzhenitsyn wrote, So the word is more sincere than concrete? So the word is not a trifle? Then may noble people begin to grow, and their word will break cement. [Nadya Tolokonnikova's closing statement]

Half of the population is behind bars and the other half is guarding them,' Russians have said of their country since the times of Stalin.

If the Nazi Holocaust exterminated the Other, the Soviet terror was suicidal.

Any subject that displays inequality or may promote discrimination

Friedrich Hayek's, with his prescient warning in The Road to Serfdom (1944) that socialism and fascism were not really opposites, but had 'fundamental similarity of methods and ideas', that economic planning and state control were at the top of an illiberal slope that led to tyranny, oppression and serfdom, and that the individualism of free markets was the true road to liberation. Ignoring

For most of history, the state has been an 'ever-present predator and all-around abuser of human rights'

As Sister Joan Chittister, a direct descendant of Hildegard in the Benedictine tradition, says, the issue today is not "radical feminism," which the Vatican accuses Catholic sisters in America of, but "radical patriarchy.

Women can stand on the Empire State Building and scream to the heavens that they are equal to men and liberated, but until they have the same anatomy, it's a lie. It's more of a man's world today than ever. Men can eat their cake in unlimited bakeries.

Villagers love to remember the glorious old days, when they used to skewer one another with sticks, fire muskets into one another's faces, and cut off their neighbors' heads in the name of king or country or whatever they were into back then.

No hay nada que pueda arrebatar a un hombre su libertad, salvo otros hombres.

The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master.

In a world that proclaims the non-existence of the mind, the moral righteousness of rule by brute force, the penalizing of the competent in favor of the incompetent, the sacrifice of the best to the worst - in such a world, the best have to turn against society and have to become its deadliest enemies.

If men like Boyle think that force is all they need to rob their betters—let them see what happens when one of their betters chooses to resort to force.