Quotes About Protest

Gandhi called his overall method of nonviolent action Satyagraha. This translates roughly as "Truth-force.

Gandhi ruled out direct coercion, such as trying to physically block someone. Hostile language was banned. Destroying property was forbidden. Not even secrecy was allowed.

women chained in place with bike locks, leading their arresting officers in a round of "Amazing Grace." "This is the manufactured division that keeps us separated," Ethan told me. "And separation is the source of how we're in this position." What if he could re-create the joy and song and theater of the protesters but without a demonstration?

Grumble as we might about Wall Street felons, we keep the banks in business by lending them our money, paying their interest on mortgages and credit cards, and amassing our savings in their IRAs and money-market accounts. Protest as we might about police killing unarmed black teenagers, white people have created segregated ghettoes by fleeing to "safe neighborhoods" where the public schools are good.

There is no more fertile ground for revolution than the educated unemployed

When it comes to war, we focus more on the mainstream coverage of the event, rather than the event itself. People dying is never funny. Protest puppets are always funny.

The midget, Bush, and that Rumsfeld deserve only to be beaten with shoes by freedom loving people everywhere.

It's funny how social activists usually protest against the only things that have a credible chance of achieving the activists' goals.

Congress is attempting to eviscerate women's health care. Like many women across America, I am outraged.

Man, born of woman, has found it a hard thing to forgive her for giving him birth. The patriarchal protest against the ancient matriarch has borne strange fruit through the years.

Mandatory showers had been dropped in the fall, when Lilah Porter protested the archaic practice by staging a sit-in in the gym, where she set up a projector and played the shower scene from Carrie in a continuous loop until the school board caved.

You sent your last letter months ago about the poems you could not write, no words to sing when the president swears that God breathes the psalms of armies in his ear, and flags twirl by the millions to fascinate us like dogs at the dinner table.

If you're not angry, then what's wrong?" I was definitely glaring now. "How do you want the list sorted? By time stamp or degree of survivability?

Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressor

Hier stehe Ich. Ich kann nicht anders.

These words are like so many thunderclaps of protest from heaven against every kind and type of self-merit.

I submit that an individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for law.

A riot is at bottom the language of the unheard.

Let us say boldly, that if the total slum violations of law by the white man over the years were calculated and compared with the lawbreaking of a few days of riots, the hardened criminal would be the white man.

If you will protest courageously, and yet with dignity and Christian love, when the history books are written in future generations, the historians will have to pause and say, "There lived a great people - a black people - who injected new meaning and dignity into the veins of civilization." This is our challenge and our overwhelming responsibility.

There comes a time when people get tired of being plunged into the abyss of exploitation and nagging injustice.

The sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.

As a teenager I had never been able to accept the fact of having to go to the back of a bus or sit in the segregated section of a train. The first time I had been seated behind a curtain in a dining car, I felt as if the curtain had been dropped on my selfhood.

One who breaks an unjust law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for law.