Quotes About Equality

She printed DEMOCRACY in large letters. 'Democracy,' she said. 'Does anybody have a definition?' 'Us,' somebody said. I raised my hand, remembering an old campaign slogan Atticus had once told me about. 'What do you think it means, Jean Louise?' '"Equal rights for all, special privileges for none!",' I quoted.

rights for all, special privileges for none!",' I quoted.

She heard her father's voice, a tiny voice talking in the warm comfortable past. Gentlemen, if there's one slogan in this world I believe, it is this: equal rights for all, special privileges for none.

The one place where a man ought to get a square deal is in a courtroom, be he any color of the rainbow, but people have a way of carrying their resentments right into a jury box.

Kalau hanya ada satu jenis manusia, mengapa mereka tidak bisa rukun? Kalau mereka semua sama, mengapa mereka merepotkan diri untuk saling membenci?

But there is one way in this country in which all men are created equal—there is one human institution that makes a pauper the equal of a Rockefeller, the stupid man the equal of an Einstein, and the ignorant man the equal of any college president. That institution, gentlemen, is a court.

I was taught never to take advantage of anybody who was less fortunate than myself, whether he be less fortunate in brains, wealth, or social position; it meant anybody, not just Negroes.

Mr. Tate blinked again, as if something had suddenly been made plain to him. Then he turned his head and looked around at Tom Robinson. As if by instinct, Tom Robinson raised his head. Something had been made plain to Atticus also, and it brought him to his feet. "Sheriff, please repeat what you said." "It was her right eye

There's a black boy dead for no reason, and the man responsible for it's dead. Let the dead bury the dead this time, Mr. Finch. Let the dead bury the dead.

everybody's gotta learn, nobody's born knowin'. That Walter's as smart as he can be, he just gets held back sometimes because he has to stay out and help his daddy. Nothin's wrong with him. Naw, Jem, I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks.

If there's just one kind of folks, why can't they get along with each other? If they're all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each other?

For years and years all that man thought he had that made him any better than his black brothers was the color of his skin. He was just as dirty, he smelled just as bad, he was just as poor.

Why reasonable people go stark mad when anything involving a Negro comes up, is something I don't pretend to understand...

I heard something once. I heard a slogan and it stuck in my head. I heard 'Equal rights for all; special privileges for none' and to me it didn't mean anything but what it said.

Atticus dice que Dios ama a las personas como cada uno se ama a sí mismo...

he won an acquittal for a colored boy on a rape charge.

Colored folks don't show their ages so fast," she said.

piangerai per la vita d'inferno che la gente costringe altri a fare… senza nemmeno riflettere. Non piangerai per l'inferno in cui i bianchi fanno vivere la gente di colore, senza fermarsi un momento a pensare che sono persone come noi.

I wonder what would happen if the South had a 'Be Kind to the Niggers Week'?

Cry about the hell white people give colored folks

You aren't really a nigger-lover then, are you?' 'I certainly am. I do my best to love everybody

Cry about what, Mr. Raymond?' Dill's maleness was beginning to assert itself. 'Cry about the simple hell people give other people - without even thinking. Cry about the hell white people give colored folks, without even stopping to think that they're people, too.

We know all men are not created equal in the sense that we believe - some people are smarter than others, some have more opportunity because they're born with it, some men make more money than others - some people are more gifted beyond the normal scope of most men

Uncle Jack," she said. "What am I going to do about Hank?" "What you will eventually," he said. "Let him down easy?" "Um hum." "Why?" "He's not your kind." Love whom you will, marry your own kind. "Look, I'm not going to argue with you over the relative merits of trash—" "That has nothing to do with it. I'm tired of you. I want my supper.