Quotes About Injustice

What did I do To be so black And blue?

I was to be a justifier, my task would be to deny the unpredictable human element of all Harlem so that they could ignore it when it in any way interfered with their plans.

Thus despite the bland assertions of sociologists, "high visibility" actually rendered one un -visible—whether at high noon in Macy's window or illuminated by flaming torches and flashbulbs while undergoing the ritual sacrifice that was dedicated to the ideal of white supremacy. After such knowledge, and given the persistence of racial violence and the unavailability of legal protection, I asked myself, what else was there to sustain our will to persevere but laughter?

Why, godamit, why did they insist upon confusing the class struggle with the ass struggle, debasing both us and them—all human motives?

There's always an element of crime in freedom.

I could see it now, see it clearly and in growing magnitude. It was not suicide, but murder. The committee had planned it.

Even let them eat hummingbirds' wings and tell you it's too good for you.—Grits and greens don't turn to ashes in anybody's mouth—how about it, Rev. Eatmore?

I shivered in the hot street.

In this country men can be born and live well and die without ever having to feel much of what makes their ease possible, just because so much is buried

Therefore he had either to affirm the transcendent ideals of democracy and his own dignity by aiding those who despised him, or accept his situation as hopelessly devoid of meaning; a choice tantamount to rejecting his own humanity.

His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong

It is not often the worst trait that occasions the loudest outcry. Men complain of their suffering and not of the crime.

Literature is the effort of man to indemnify himself for the wrongs of his condition. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Negroes are our benefactors. They produce coffee, tobacco, cotton, sugar, rum, wine, and brandy—all the luxuries of the civilized world. Yet how are they treated in return? Among

If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.

You always dread the unfamiliar. Surely you remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally 'bright,' did most of the reciting and answering while the others sat like so many leaden idols, hating him. And wasn't it this bright boy you selected for beatings and tortures after hours? Of course it was. We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal.

Do you remember what happened to Mexico when Cortez and his very fine good friends arrived from Spain? A whole civilization destroyed by greedy, righteous bigots. History will never forgive Cortez.

She was as rational as you and I, more so perhaps, and we burnt her.

Colored people don't like the book Little Black Sambo. Burn it. White people don't feel good about Uncle Tom's Cabin. Burn it. Someone's written a book on tobacco and cancer of the lungs? The cigarette people are weeping? Burn the book. Serenity, Montag. Peace, Montag. Take your fight outside. Better yet, into the incinerator (p. 59).

Sou um dos inocentes que poderiam ter elevado a voz quando ninguém atentava para os culpados, mas não falei e, com isso, eu mesmo me tornei um dos culpados.

La terrible tiranía de la mayoría!

Ä°nsanlar neden insanlara ac? vermek istiyor? Dünyada yeterince ac? yokmuÅŸ gibi, illa insanlar? öyle ÅŸeylerle rahats?z edeceksiniz!

And Ireland itself? Is the largest open-air penal colony in history

Do you remember what happened to Mexico when Cortez and his very fine good friends arrived from Spain? A whole civilization destroyed by greedy, righteous bigots.