Quotes About Protest

Protest, he thought, was sometimes targeted, yes. A singular message put out against bad men and worse behavior. Other times, it served as a wordless, senseless exhortation—an expression of a problem that was not yet fully understood.

What had started it, the mess this week? A white cop shot an unarmed black boy three times and killed him. Good old American know-how on display: We do marvels, we do injustice, and our hands were always busy.

Robbing the Hotel Theresa was like taking a piss on the Statue of Liberty. It was like slipping Jackie Robinson a Mickey the night before the World Series.

He was jailed for inciting riots that weren't riots but peaceful gatherings.

Turns out if you write about police violence and atrocities, if you wait a month, it'll happen again, so... That's America.

Since when do white people care about reason? They gonna put that cop in jail? The bartender looked up from his racing form. Put a white cop in jail for killing a black boy? Believe in the fucking tooth fairy. Buford knows what's up, Pepper said. Newspapers talking about 'looting,' Buford continued. Should ask the Indians about looting. This whole country's founded on taking other people's shit. How'd they fill their museums? Tutankhamun.

Rami often felt that there were nine or ten Israelis inside him, fighting. The conflicted one. The shamed one. The enamored one. The bereaved one. The one who marveled at the blimp's invention. The one who knew the blimp was watching. The one watching back. The one who wanted to be watched. The anarchist. The protester. The one sick and tired of all the seeing.

In a last violent protest against the hopelessness of imminent death, I sensed my spirit piercing through the enveloping gloom. I felt it transcend that hopeless, meaningless world, and from somewhere I heard a victorious "Yes" in answer to my question of the existence of an ultimate purpose.

The voice of protest is the voice of another and an ancient civilization which seems to have bred in us the instinct to enjoy and fight rather than to suffer and understand.

And this, like all instincts, was a little distressing for people who did not share it; to Mr. Carmichael perhaps, to herself certainly. Some notion was in both of them about the ineffectiveness of action, the supremacy of thought. Her going was a reproach to them, gave a different twist to the world, so that they were led to protest, seeing their own prepossessions disappear, and clutch at them vanishing.

Hell, I never vote for anybody, I always vote against.

Don't you believe in nonviolence?' I asked. "'Yes,' said Miss Minnie, 'when the other parties are nonviolent, too. But when I have just come out of a funeral parlor from looking at a little small black boy shot three times by a full-grown cop, I think it is about time I raised my pocketbook and strike at least one blow for freedom.

Hell no! It's time to talk back now! History says it's time

Benwell's too late for politics, and we are too late for politics, Ede says. Too late for the Occupation. Too late to march on the streets …

Rebellion without reprisal is one of democracy's perks, right?

the people, on account of this thing over and above all, might rebel and do harm.

King Manuel of Portugal protested, Ferdinand, shading the truth a bit, explained that Solis's task was simply to find the line

A healthy child protests when they are mistreated.

They will have to arrest me before they integrate the University of Alabama," the governor told columnist Drew Pearson.

What the news calls people who protest PACT: Seditious subversives. Traitorous Chinese sympathizers. Tumors on American society.

Viva la huelga [Long live the strike]!

In some cases non-violence requires more militancy than violence.

At great periods you have always felt, deep within you, the temptation to commit suicide. You gave yourself to it, breached your own defenses. You were a child. The idea of suicide was a protest against life; by dying, you would escape this longing for death.

Only rice likes to be drowned. The war is the worst scream. (Seul aime être noyé le riz. - La guerre est le pire des cris.)