Quotes About Oppression

July, that lovely hell, all velvet dresses and drapes stuffed into a hot little hole.

The world kept telling her to look away, to pay no attention to an age-old system, in which men thrived and inconvenient women disappeared.

How many times is a woman allowed to defend herself? In Polly's experience, not even once.

No one uses words correctly and if you call them on it, they claim that words are fungible, that it's oppressive and prissy not to let words mean whatever the speaker wishes them to mean.

something she was obliged to keep to herself because of others' prejudices.

Woman, then, stands in patriarchal culture as a signifier for the male other, bound by a symbolic order in which man can live out his fantasies and obsessions through linguistic command by imposing them on the silent image of a woman still tied to her place as the bearer of meaning, not maker of meaning.

Woman then stands in patriarchal culture as signifier for the male other, bound by a symbolic order in which man can live out his phantasies and obsessions through linguistic command by im- posing them on the silent image of woman still tied to her place as bearer of meaning, not maker of meaning.

El dolor psíquico experimentado por las poblaciones subordinadas debe ser tratado como ideología, no como un conocimiento anterior a la caída de Adán y Eva o como una teoría social comprensiva condensada... Pensar otra cosa implica afirmar que el dolor es meramente banal, una historia que ya siempre se ha contado.

What animal would do this?"he said harshly. "No, little one, animals might scratch you, or bite you, or even rip you apart in hunger or fear, but only a man can crush you inside, in your heart, for no other reason than the colour of tour skin.

declare and ordain as free and quit of every obligation of captivity, subjection, and slavery, my captured slave Enrique, mulatto, native of the city of Malacca, of the age of twenty-six years more or less

To say that sex is not a 'need' is one of the most abominable lies perpetrated on humanity by the Christian church.

Yaldabaoth wants to stamp out all traces and all possibility of free, individualized human consciousness; he wants the human not to be an individual being, but only a member of a general species of pseudo-humanity -- to be a clever, earth-bound animal, a "homunculus".

As the two young men prowled through the black neighborhood, they were not looking for any black man in particular. Their victim could be young, old, fat, skinny, weak, strong. They didn't care. They weren't afraid. They had a gun. All that mattered was that he was the right color.

The Klansmen and their frenzied followers ran through the silent, deserted streets, carrying clubs and chains. Favorite weapons were "head-knockers," hollowed-out baseball bats that had been filled with molten lead and then sealed back up so they looked like normal athletic equipment.

They were a motley, dispirited underclass that wanted black people held down in part because they needed someone to look down upon, as most of the white world looked down on them.

While Dees was growing up, he had seen that black lives didn't matter, and until they did, there could be no true justice.

It pains me physically to see a woman victimized, rendered pathetic, by fashion.

fleeing the long arm of the Marquis of Strickland's power.

He wonders who decided which books were too dangerous to keep, and who it was that had to hunt down and collect the condemned books, like an executioner, ferrying them to their doom. He wonders if it is his father.

While the Irish and the Germans and the Swedes crowded onto steamship decks, waving as the pale green torch of the Statue of Liberty came into view, the coolies had to find other means to reach the land where all men were created equal.

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Was she the bird trying to batter its way free, or was she the cage?

If she were a white girl . . . none of this would ever have happened.

He wonders who decided which books were too dangerous to keep, and who it was that had to hunt down and collect the condemned books, like an executioner, ferrying them to their doom.