Quotes About Justice

Upon certain subject I am able to hold my tongue and hope that time will right wrongs.

It's all right if we do a little robbing now." This belief appeals particularly to one who is unable to compete legally with his fellow citizens.

If I'm living a little better now, it's because I treats everybody right.

Without waiting for Momma's thanks, he rode out of the yard, sure that things were as they should be and that he was a gentle squire, saving those deserving serfs from the laws of the land, which he condoned.

The gold of her promise has never been mined Her borders of justice not clearly defined Her crops of abundance the fruit and the grain Have not fed the hungry nor eased that deep pain Her proud declarations are leaves on the wind Her southern exposure black death did befriend Discover this country dead centuries cry Erect noble tablets where none can decry She kills her bright future and rapes for a sou Then entraps her children with legends untrue I beg you Discover this country from America

You cannot be consistently fair or just or kind or generous or loving without courage. It is time for you to decide privately, secretly, in your own place inside yourselves, what you will do. You have to come to peace with a peaceful heart.

Whether we were in the mines of South Africa, or the liberal New York theater, nothing changed. Whites wanted everything. They thought they deserved everything. That they wanted to possess all the materials of the earth was in itself disturbing, but that they also wanted to control the souls and the pride of people was inexplicable.

So use that anger, yes. You write it. You paint it. You dance it. You march it. You vote it. You do everything about it. You talk it. Never stop talking it."-Maya Angelou

As a Black American woman, I could not sit with easy hands and an impassive face and have my future planned. Life in my country had demanded that I act for myself or face terrible consequences.

Lighting: a hundred Watts Detroit, Newark and New York Screeching nerves, exploding minds lives tied to a policeman's whistle a welfare worker's doorbell finger

Nothing's wrong with going to jail for something you believe in. Remember, jail was made for people. Not horses.

Malcolm X was as good as his word. He said, "Black people are letting white Americans know that the time is coming for ballots or bullets. They know it is useless to ask their enemy for justice. And surely whites are the enemies of blacks, otherwise how did we get to this country in the first place?

I'll believe in Liberals' aid for us When I see a white man load a Black man's gun.

How do you maybe hit someone?" Michael drawled. "Okay, so I decked him. At the time he deserved it.

There's no denying the horror of the atrocities they inflicted, but they think they had just cause. That's rubbish, of course. All you get from an eye for an eye is a lot of people stumbling around in the dark.

They've arrested Sebastian! For m-murder! You've g-got to stop them! He d-didn't do it! He can't have done it! He doesn't believe in murder! He's a v-vegetarian!

It's one thing to protect yourself," Dad yelled at me during our very next lunch. "That I get. Have I ever told you not to defend yourself? No. But did you have to permanently maim him? I spent all that money on that on that fancy school for girls-not to mention all that money for the shrinks-and what did that get me?" I shrugged. "A seven-figure civil suit?

There's no accountability anymore, Pierce, no one holds anyone accountable for what they do. It's always someone else's fault. Usually people just blame the victim.

I can't kill someone! You hit your brother in the head with a fire extinguisher. But that was family! And I didn't kill him.

When something horrible happens, it's human nature to want to blame it on someone. We want someone to be held accountable, even though sometimes things just happen.

Why does anyone commit murder?' he asked in a low voice. 'I-'I blinked.'How should I know?' 'Three reasons,' Christopher said. He held up one finger. 'Love.' Another finger. 'Revenge.' And finally, a third finger. 'Profit...

I don't want water! Sarah cries, her face buried against my chest. I can't see what's going on in the rest of the lobby beacuse Sarah's hair is flying up in my face, blocking my view. I want justice! she wails. Well, we'll get you some of that too. Magda has appeared from out of nowhere. Maybe there's some in the freezer.

Did you let him know that if he can't see fit to return your blow job immediately, you will have no choice but to sue?

You coulld put girls' boyfriends in jail, and I could teach the immigrants how to dress!!!