Quotes About Injustice

India asks us, 'Why do you throw stones?' No one asks, 'Who burned your house down?

Our lungs are gradually being depleted of oxygen. Perhaps it's time to use whatever breath remains in our bodies to say: Open the bloody gates.

Something about Tilo's new home reminded Musa of the story of Mumtaz Afzal Malik, the young taxi driver whom Amrik Singh had killed, whose body had been recovered from a field and delivered to his family with earth in his clenched fists and mustard flowers growing through his fingers. That story had always stayed with Musa – perhaps because of the way hope and grief were woven together in it, so tightly, so inextricably.

La maladie, ce n'est pas le terrorisme, c'est l'extrême injustice

Can starving people go on a hunger strike? And do hunger strikes work when they're not on TV?

They pulled off his turban, tore out his beard and necklaced him South Africa-style with a burning tyre while people stood around baying their encouragement.

Furono invece usati bulldozer gialli importati dall'Australia per schiacciare le loro case, le porte e le finestre, i tetti di fortuna, le pentole e le padelle, le stoviglie, i cucchiai, i diplomi scolastici, le carte annonarie, i certificati di matrimonio, le scuole frequentate dai bambini, il lavoro di un'intera vita, le espressioni negli occhi della gente.

With a street-fighter's unerring insticts, Comrade Pillai knew that his straitened circumstances (his small, hot house, his grunting mother, his obvious proximity to the toiling masses) gave him a power over Chacko that in those revolutionary times no amount of Oxford education could match. He held his poverty like a gun to Chacko's head.

As she grew older, Ammu learned to live with this cold, calculating cruelty. She developed a lofty sense of injustice and the mulish, reckless streak that develops in Someone Small who has been bullied all their lives by Someone Big. She did exactly nothing to avoid quarrels and confrontations. In fact, it could be argued that she sought them out, perhaps even enjoyed them.

She died in her cage, the little bird These words she left for her captor Please take the spring harvest And shove it up your gilded arse

Kashmir was one of the few places in the world where a fair-skinned people had been ruled by a darker-skinned one.

History's fiends returned to claim them. To re-wrap them in its old, scarred pelt and drag them back to where they really lived. Where the Love Laws lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

There's a lot of money in poverty, and a few Nobel Prizes too.

People get used to anything. The less you think about your oppression, the more your tolerance for it grows. After a while, people just think oppression is the normal state of things. But to become free, you have to be acutely aware of being a slave.

Nobody in the world, nobody in history, has ever gotten their freedom by appealing to the moral sense of the people who were oppressing them.

The rulers of this country have always considered their property more important than our lives.

The schools we go to are reflections of the society that created them. Nobody is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them. Nobody is going to teach you your true history, teach you your true heroes, if they know that that knowledge will help set you free.

Throughout amerika's history, people have been imprisoned because of their political beliefs and charged with criminal acts in order to justify that imprisonment. Those who have dared to speak out against the injustices in this country, both Black and white, have paid dearly for their courage, sometimes with their lives.

There are countless horrible things happening all over the world and horrible people prospering, but we must never allow them to disturb our equanimity or deflect us from our sacred duty to sabotage and annoy them whenever possible.

My own attitude to the innumerable injustices of life has always been a philosophical one, especially when they have tended to operate in my favour.

oppression is as American as apple pie...

Some problems we share as women, some we do not. You fear your children will grow up to join the patriarchy and testify against you; we fear our children will be dragged from a car and shot down in the street, and you will turn your backs on the reasons they are dying.

Oppressors always expect the oppressed to extend to them the understanding so lacking in themselves.

There's always someone asking you to underline one piece of yourself - whether it's Black, woman, mother, dyke, teacher, etc. - because that's the piece that they need to key in to. They want to dismiss everything else.