Quotes About Injustice

Oh, there were many here who were justly shot by unjust men.

Optimism is not only a false but also a pernicious doctrine, for it presents life as a desirable state and man's happiness as its aim and object. Starting from this, everyone then believes he has the most legitimate claim to happiness and enjoyment. If, as usually happens, these do not fall to his lot, he believes that he suffers an injustice, in fact that he misses the whole point of his existence.

That the Negroes were enslaved more than other races, and on a large scale, is evidently a result of their being, in contrast to other races, inferior in intelligence - which, however, does not justify such slavery

Originally, we are all inclined to injustice and violence, because our needs, desires, anger, and hatred immediately enter consciousness and thus have the jus primi occupantis

Some days he walked along the banks of the river that smelled of shit and pesticides bought with World Bank loans.

She viewed ethnic cleansing, famine and genocide as direct threats to her furniture.

they asked the poor what it was like to be poor, the hungry what it was like to be hungry, the homeless what it was like to be homeless.

Debating Imperialism is a bit like debating the pros and cons of rape. What can we say? That we really miss it?

Suddenly Ammu hoped that it had been him that Rahel saw him in the march. She hoped it had been him that raised his flag and knotted arm in anger. She hoped that under his careful cloak of cheerfulness he housed a living breathing anger against the smug, ordered world that she raged against.

People—communities, castes, races and even countries—carry their tragic histories and their misfortunes around like trophies, or like stock, to be bought and sold on the open market.

These days in Kashmir, you can be killed for surviving.

All they have to do is to turn around and shoot. All the people have to do is to lie down and die.

That a woman that they had already damned, now had little left to lose, and could therefore be dangerous.

There is really no such thing as the voiceless. There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard.

The only thing worth globalizing is dissent.

They're mostly rich folk who live in our poor country like captive animals, incarcerated by their own wealth, locked and barred in their gilded cages, protecting themselves from the threat of the vulgar and unruly multitudes whom they have systematically dispossessed over the centuries.

Un, kad m?s skat?mies pa logu, tad redzam tikai ?nas. Ka m??in?m ieklaus?ties, m?s dzirdam tikai ?ukstus. M?s nevaram saprast ?ukstus, jo m?su pr?tos ir iebrucis karš. Karš, kur? m?s esam uzvar?juši un zaud?juši Pats slikt?kais karš. Karš, kas sag?sta sap?us un tos p?rsap?o par jaunu. Karš, kas licis mums piel?gt m?su iekarot?jus un nicin?t pašiem sevi.

History has been unkind to Ambedkar. First it contained him, and then it glorified him. It has made him India's Leader of the Untouchables, the King of the Ghetto. It has hidden away his writings. It has stripped away the radical intellect and the searing insolence.

And now this talk of bringing the UN back into the picture. But that old UN girl - it turns out that she just ain't what she was cracked up to be. She's been demoted (although she retains her high salary). Now she's the world's janitor. She's the Filipino cleaning lady, the Indian jamardini, the postal bride from Thailand, the Mexican household help, the Jamaican au pair. She's employed to clean other people's shit. She's used and abused at will.

The gist of it was the caste (privileged) hindus wanted the power to close the door on untouchables, but on no account could untouchables be given the power to close the door on themselves. The Masters knew that Choice was Power.

Vi?ai izveidoj?s sp?c?ga netaisn?bas izj?ta un ietiep?gs, bezr?p?gs raksturs, k?ds rodas, tad, kad K?du Mazu visu m?žu sp?dzina K?ds Lielais. Vi?a neko nedar?ja, lai izvair?tos no str?diem un konfliktiem. Paties?bu sakot, vi?a tos pat mekl?ja, varb?t vi?ai tie pat patika.

Not everybody likes the idea of their cities filling up with the poor. A judge in Bombay called slum dwellers pickpockets of urban land. Another said, while ordering the bulldozing of unauthorized colonies, that people who couldn't afford to live in cities shouldn't live in them. When those who had been evicted went back to where they came from, they found their villages had disappeared under great dams and dusty quarries.

I would like to write one of those sophisticated stories in which even though nothing much happens there's lots to write about. That can't be done in Kashmir. It's not sophisticated, what happens here. There's too much blood for good literature.

The practice of untouchability, cruel as it was- the broom tied to the waist, the pot hung around the neck- was the performative, ritualistic end of the practice of caste. The real violence of the caste was the denial of entitlement: to land, to wealth, to knowledge, to equal opportunity.