Quotes About Oppression

How quickly we come around,' Sazed whispered. 'It wasn't long ago that men were forced to watch the Lord Ruler cut the heads from innocent people. Now we do it to ourselves.

you can't kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that thing you've never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope.

The first step in taking control of a nation, Arteth, is the simplest. You find someone to hate.

protect us from small-minded men with too much power.

What is a just punishment for enslaving my entire race?

All the gang of those who rule us Hope our quarrels never stop Helping them to split and fool us So they can remain on top.

One cannot write poems about trees when the forest is full of police.

You cannot talk about race without talking about privilege. And when people start talking about privilege, they get paralyzed by shame.

I believe Black Lives Matter is a movement to rehumanize black citizens. All lives matter, but not all lives need to be pulled back into moral inclusion. Not all people were subjected to the psychological process of demonizing and being made less than human so we could justify the inhumane practice of slavery.

I've learned enough about privilege to know that we're at our most dangerous when we think we've learned everything we need to know about it. That's when you stop paying attention to injustice. And make no mistake, not paying attention because you're not the one getting harassed or fired or pulled over or underpaid is the definition of privilege.

the injustice and systemic oppression that we see in the world today stem from a deep, collective lovelessness and calls for an ethic of love.

I'm white and everything is made for me." A black female student said, "I'm straight. I can hold hands with my boyfriend without fearing violence." Another student said, "I'm a Christian. I can wear my cross necklace to school and no one calls me a terrorist." A

All lives matter, but not all lives need to be pulled back into moral inclusion. Not all people were subjected to the psychological process of demonizing and being made less than human so we could justify the inhumane practice of slavery.

Most of the time we approach life with an armored front for two reasons: 1) We're not comfortable with emotions and equate vulnerability with weakness, and/or 2) Our experiences of trauma have taught us that vulnerability is actually dangerous. Violence and oppression have made our soft front a liability, and we struggle to find a place emotionally and physically safe enough to be vulnerable.

Unfortunately, there are times when hope isn't sufficient to combat entrenched systemic barriers. It doesn't matter how much hope we have if the deck is stacked or the rules apply to some but not others—that is actually a recipe for hopelessness and despair. We think we should be able to overcome an obstacle; however, the system is rigged so there is no possible positive outcome.

They took away our land, our language, and our religion; but they could never harness our tongues...

If I was willing to serve Mass, it was in memory of my ancestors standing around a rock, in a lonely glen, for fear of the landlords and their yeomen, or sneaking through a back-lane in Dublin, and giving the pass-word, to hear Mass in a slum public-house, when a priest's head was worth five pounds and an Irish Catholic had no existence in law.

He was a dark man, not very old, and very hard in an English way that tries to be dignified and a member of a master race that would burn a black man alive or put a pregnant woman out the side of the road in the interests of stern duty.

We cannot claim to have the mind of Christ and remain insensitive to the oppression of our brothers and sisters. We cannot stay oblivious to the world's struggle for redemption, freedom, and peace. We know that the good done to the poor—the least of our brothers and sisters (Matthew 25:40)—is done to Jesus himself. We know that we must commit ourselves to concrete action on behalf of liberation. There are things to be done.

He ends our indecision and liberates us from the oppression of false deadlines and myopic vision.

It would take me a long time to understand how systems inflict pain and hardship in people's lives and to learn that being kind in an unjust system is not enough.

The term political correctness has always appalled me, reminding me of Orwell's Thought Police and fascist regimes.

La gente que interfería en tu vida siempre lo hacía por tu bien, y finalmente me di cuenta de que lo que querían era que te sometieras por completo, que no te diferenciaras del modelo superficial comúnmente aceptado y que después te difuminaras como lo haría un viajante en un convención, del modo más aburrido y estúpido que se puede imaginar.

Today there is still a battle going on between those who carry sacks of cement, and those who place them on their women's heads.