Quotes About Oppression

Silence is not power. It's not strength. Silence is the means by which the weak remain weak and the strong remain strong. Silence is a method of oppression.

Men are no longer permitted to vote – because their years of violence and degradation have shown that they are not fit to rule or govern.

Allie says: So what, then? What is any of my power worth if I can't use it here? The voice says: Remember what Tatiana says. We don't have to ask what they'd do if they were in control. We've seen it already. It's worse than this.

She wondered if she should have explained herself more clearly. She could not explain herself at all. There were no words, no permitted words, to explain anything that she wanted to say. All the words that could have communicated it had been banned, not only from her mouth but even from her mind. She was reduced to mere actions, which are both more and less than words.

U?ili vás poh?da? všetkým, ?ím ste, a túži? jedine po tom, aby ste boli mužom. U?ili vás lži.

Extreme violence has a way of preventing us from seeing the interests it serves.

A time came when all the riches in the State belonged to scarcely more than a hundred families, and of these many were unbelievably rich, though some had mortgaged their land and were deep in debt, and had nothing but the appearance of riches. The rest of the people worked for them, and were humbl and slavish through debt and anxiety and poverty, and there was no happiness.

Text after text, scholars never tired of trying to compensate for sentencing women to eternal drudgery, which they themselves abhorred, by dreaming up fancy ways of labeling it, easing their consciences and allowing them to view their self-serving little world of men-gods as a fair, nay noble, thing.

You do not win by struggling to the top of a caste system, you win by refusing to be trapped within one at all.

Din, fakirlerin zenginleri öldürmesine engel olur.

We are waging war as generous enemies, and we wish only to crush the tyrants who enslave you.

Among those who dislike oppression are many who like to oppress.

Every day silence harvests its victims. Silence is a mortal illness.

All these were things that at present seemed like a dream, because Fascism was in power and Fascism wanted people to let themselves crumble away.

At Maddox Table a yoke was carved for my neck, was tailor made.

As many as twenty men who were tortured by Burge are still in prison. Their fight for freedom continues.

In contrast, fear societies are societies in which dissent is banned.

Will dissent be permitted? The answer to that question will determine whether the society is a free society or a fear society.

To understand why dictators have a problem with making peace - or at least a genuine peace - the link between the nature of a regime and its external behavior must be understood.

My optimism is not based primarily on the successful march of democracy in recent times but rather is based on the experience of having lived in a fear society and studied the mechanics of tyranny that sustain such a society.

People may believe that there can be a society where dissent is not permitted, but which is nonetheless not a fear society because everyone agrees with one another and therefore no one wants to dissent.

Can someone within that society walk into the town square and say what they want without fear of being punished for his or her views? If so, then that society is a free society. If not, it is a fear society.

Before the war, they were happy, he said, quoting our textbook. (This was senior-year history class.) The slaves were clothed, fed, and better off under a master's care. I watched the words blur on the page. No one raised a hand, disagreed. Not even me.

I wanted their stories to be a reminder that, no matter what insignia the behemoths may wear, or what philosophy they may spout, a bully is a bully, and no matter how much they beat you down, as long as you've got one finger left, you can still poke the bastards in the eye. -Blackhearts: Author's Introduction: A Finger In The Eye: By Nathan Long