Quotes About Inequality

The boss's got all he needs, certainly, Eats swell, Owns a lotta houses, Goes vacationin', Breaks strikes, Runs politics, bribes police, Pays off congress, And struts all over the earth-- But me, I ain't never had enough to eat. Me, I ain't never been warm in winter. Me, I ain't never known security-- All my life, been livin' hand to mouth, Hand to mouth.

There stands the white man, Boss of the fields-- Lord of the land And all that it yields. Here bend the black folks, Hands to the soil-- Bosses of nothing. Not even their toil.

I'm looking for a house In the world Where white shadows Will not fall. There is no such house, Dark brother, No such house At all.

Now I do not understand Why God don't protect a man From police brutality. Being poor and black, I've no weapon to strike back-- So who but the Lord Can protect me?

They will let you have dope Because they are quite willing To drug you or kill you. They will let you have babies Because they are quite willing To pauperize you-- Or use your kids as labor boys For army, air force, or uranium mine. They will let you have alcohol To make you sodden and drunk And foolish. They will gleefully let you Kill your damn self any way you choose With liquor, drugs, or whatever.

Have luncheon there this afternoon, all you jobless. Why not? Dine with some of the men and women who got rich off of your labor, who clip coupons with clean white fingers because your hands dug coal, drilled stone, sewed garments, poured steel to let other people draw dividends and live easy.

A Christian Country God slumbers in a back alley With a gin bottle in His hand. Come on, God, get up and fight Like a man.

Why did white folks think you could live on nothing but art? Strange! Too strange! Too strange!

All of us know that the gay and sparkling life of the so-called Negro Renaissance of the '20's was not so gay and sparkling beneath the surface as it looked.

I live on a park bench, You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner-- You got a butler and maid. But I'm wakin' up! Say, ain't you afraid That I might, just maybe, In a year or two, Move on over To Park Avenue?

Sure I know you! You're a White Man. I'm a Negro. You take all the best jobs And leave us the garbage cans to empty and The halls to clean. You have a good time in a big house at Palm Beach And rent us the back alleys And the dirty slums.

Is your name spelled C-A-P-I-T-A-L-I-S-T? Are you always a White Man?

White folks sure is a case!" She laid three slices of bread on top of the stove. "So spoiled with colored folks waiting on 'em all their days! Don't know what they'll do in heaven, 'cause I'm gonna sit down up there myself.

She worked for the Studevants, who treated her like a dog. She stood it. Had to stand it; or work for poorer white folks who would treat her worse; or go jobless.

God to Hungry Child Hungry child, I didn't make this world for you. You didn't buy any stock in my railroad, You didn't invest in my corporation. Where are your shares in standard oil? I made the world for the rich And the will-be-rich And the have-always-been-rich. Not for you, Hungry child.

A file-sharing service and a hedge fund are essentially the same things. In both cases, there's this idea that whoever has the biggest computer can analyze everyone else to their advantage and concentrate wealth and power. It's shrinking the overall economy. I think it's the mistake of our age.

The people are hungry: It is because those in authority eat up too much in taxes.

Never in the history of the world have so many people been so rich; never in the history off the world have so many of those same people felt themselves so poor.

differences in health that are not only avoidable and unnecessary but in addition unjust and unfair.

A corporation's primary goal is to make money. Government's primary role is to take a big chunk of that money and give it to others.

Yo no me revuelco en el barro -observó Bipa-. Y no hace falta ser muy lista para darse cuenta de que aquí la gente se muere de hambre. Así que no veo por qué debería tener en cuenta la opinión de alguien que vive en una casa de hielo y dice que es mejor ser blanca y flaca que estar sana y tener un hogar cálido y confortable. Es una idea absurda y estúpida.

How could 1906 and 1966 be part of the same century? In 1906, there had been no world wars, most people didn't have telephones and cars. In 1906, women couldn't vote and black men could by law, but not in practice.

Bisabuelo arriero, abuelo hacendado, hijo rentista y nieto pordiosero»

while the great lot of the rest of them went around dressed as if for a carnival, a grandiloquent parade of ridiculous and absurd Third Worlders. And