Quotes About Justice

You cannot ask the poor for sacrifices," I said. "We are already poor. What can we give? How do you measure the patriotism of the poor?

According to Fuller, laws should be (1) general, (2) publicly promulgated, (3) prospective (i.e., not retroactive), (4) clear, (5) consistent (i.e., not contain any contradictions), (6) practicable (i.e., not demand the impossible), (7) constant over time, and (8) congruent with the actions of officials. If we accept that list as defining the rule of law, America's departures from it will be apparent to readers of this book.

I see now how things even up, how they are squared away, and how they balance under the law of love and justice. No year of life is emotionally, spiritually or even materially, all drought or all rainfall; nor is it all sun. The road turns a little every day, and one day there's a sudden twist we didn't dream was there, and for every loss there is somewhere a gain, for every grief a happiness, for every deprivation a giving.

According to Francis, Narkis and Zoltar have been plotting against their dad." "He did name his boys Narkis and Zoltar." "Good point. I'd have shot him too.

Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord,'" I whispered, the words familiar from Scripture. "But not this time, God. You had your chance.

You hurt her and I'll skin you alive and feed your carcass to the wild boars in the swamps. You copy?

Quite simply, the old man had told her, a victim of murder could rely on no one but the investigating officer to fight his or her corner. The family and friends of a murder victim might, for some reason, abandon them. The victim might never even be identified. The case might be open and shut, or never solved. But the dead can't ask questions, or justify themselves, or hunt the guilty, or prosecute, or do any other thing a living person could. The dead needed you.

It's a very lucrative field, you see. Keeping gangsters and corporate sharks out of jail.

Speak Speak, your lips are free. Speak, it is your own tongue. Speak, it is your own body. Speak, your life is still yours. See how in the blacksmith's shop The flame burns wild, the iron glows red; The locks open their jaws, And every chain begins to break. Speak, this brief hour is long enough Before the death of body and tongue: Speak, 'cause the truth is not dead yet, Speak, speak, whatever you must speak.

A good man in an evil society seems the greatest villain of all.

Every one likes justice in another's house,none in his own.

We need to hold those people in charge who were negligent, irresponsible, or simply failed to act accountable for the harm they caused. These cases need to be rigorously pursued, and none of those parties responsible should be allowed to weasel their way out of this.

In religious terms, each time the oppressed chooses to forgive the oppressor, each time, on those rare occasions, they find themselves having a modicum of power over them and offering them mercy instead of vengeance, might be interpreted as an act of mercy in favor of the oppressor. Black history is replete with these instances.

In the midst of a hostile society, a society that wants our labor or our death, we live in pursuit of justice, in pursuit of freedom, and longing for a bit of grace. How shall we live, how shall we treat each other, how shall we treat our compatriots, some of whom are guilty of crimes against us? Each year a multiracial group of students take my class,

Write, and write well. But most of all write truthfully, that's enough, for the truth always hurts the wicked and evil.

She reached into the burlap sack that she kept draped over her shoulder and retrieved a large spray of lavender and bunches of marigold. "To decorate your supper club," Ms. Rose said. "They are the colors of Mardi Gras: purple for justice, gold for power, and the green leaves represent faith." "These are beautiful," Tiana said as she took the flowers. Their coloring was so vivid they looked otherworldly.

Innocent until proven guilty," Williams stated. Decker smiled. Spoken like a true American with his ass against the wall.

Simply this. If God was so sure that righteous Jewish men and women wouldn't murder, why did He bother with the sixth commandment?

She was pretty pissed at him." "Goddam fucking people," Decker muttered. "Stupid bitch. She looks the other way while he's out raping and beating up other women, but he kicks her precious poodle, and all of a sudden she decides he's a menace to society.

Kikes!" Macko spit. "I wouldn't fuck those pieces of shit if they was the last bitches on earth." Decker's eyes blurred for a split second. When they refocused, he realized his hand was on the butt of his .38.

He'd considered transferring back to Homicide, tired of seeing rape survivors hung up to dry by a fucked-up—and misnamed—justice system. At least with Homicide the victims never had to face the perpetrators.

A rape in Jewtown," Marge muttered. "I've always thought of the place as sacrosanct. Sort of like a convent. Who'd rape a nun?" "Who'd rape, period?" Decker said. "Good point.

This is our home, Detective Decker. At least until we all make it to the Holy Land. We were not intimidated by vandals. We will not be intimidated by rapists, thieves, or murderers. If the police can't adequately protect us, we will use our own means.

Reproductive freedom is critical to a whole range of issues. If we can't take charge of this most personal aspect of our lives, we can't take care of anything. It should not be seen as a privilege or as a benefit, but a fundamental human right.