Quotes About Injustice

They calls me yellow like yellow be my name They calls me yellow like yellow be my name But if yellow is a name Why ain't black the same Well, if I say Hey black girl Lord, she try to ruin my game

Why can't Tashi come to school? she asked me. When I told her the Olinka don't believe in educating girls she said, quick as a flash, They're like white people at home who don't want colored people to learn.

Here they building a dam so they can flood out a Indian tribe that been there since time. And look at this, they making a picture bout that man that kilt all them women. The same man that play the killer is playing the priest. And look at these shoes they making now, she say. Try to walk a mile in a pair of them, she say. You be limping all the way home. And you see what they trying to do with that man that beat the Chinese couple to death. Nothing whatsoever.

The three wealthiest people in the world own more than the GDP of forty-eight countries!

Because I know. Grown-up white men don't want to pretend to be anything else. Not even for a minute." "They'll become anything for as long as it takes to steal some land.

What he beat you for? she ast. For being me and not you.

Shug! I say. God wrote the bible, white folks had nothing to do with it. How come he look just like them, then? she say. Only bigger? And a heap more hair. How come the bible just like everything else they make, all about them doing one thing and another, and all the colored folks doing is gitting cursed? (Walker 2000: 166)

If every man in this courtroom had had his penis removed, what then? Would they understand better that that condition is similar to that of all the women in this room? That, even as we sit here, the women are suffering from the unnatural constrictions of flesh their bodies have been whittled and refashioned into?

How wearying to think nobody in this courtroom has ever listened to them. I see each one of them as the little child my father was always so concerned about, screaming her terror eternally into her own ear.

Hard times" is a phrase the English love to use, when speaking of Africa. And it is easy to forget that Africa's "hard times" were made harder by them.

she say her head feel like its full of little white men with hammers.

Life was giving birth to children—who could have no memory of anything other than brutal enslavement—then dying and being tossed into a ravine or buried at the edge of a swamp or field.

She say Columbus come here in boats call the Neater, the Peter, and the Santomareater. Indians so nice to him he force a bunch of 'em back home with him to wait on the queen.

it is the sense that something that was alive for a very long time is still alive. Not yet beaten into submission or oblivion by those who kill everything they touch with money.

Well, you know how niggers is. Can't nobody tell 'em nothing even today. Can't be ruled. Every nigger you see got a kingdom in his head.

They calls me yellow like yellow be my name, They calls me yellow like yellow be my name, But if yellow is a name Why ain't black the same, Well, if I say Hey black girl Lord, she try to ruin my game.

the memory of having to abase herself and denigrate her sex, for she was certain that women's minds were just as capable as men's. But to say so would be a worse heresy than Luther's!

It's the rich what gets the pleasure, it's the poor what gets the blame.' I

and when we talk about holy books and hooded men and death, why do we never mention the kkk?

were the poor people so poor they could not be seen?   were the black people so many they could not be counted?

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism

America why are your libraries full of tears?

We the People - shelling the Vietcong

Mothers weep and Sons be dumb your brothers and children murder the beautiful yellow bodies of Indochina in dreams invented for your eyes by TV