Quotes About Injustice

Blanche's mind rang with remembered slights and taunts, and

begun to comprehend that money did not only buy necessities, but so much else as well. She had come to realize that the possessor of money also possessed power, a most desirable asset to Emma, because she knew now that power made you invulnerable. It made you safe. By the same token, Emma had come to bitterly accept the fact that there was no justice or liberty for the poor.

ask Bill Binney, or Thomas Drake, or Chelsea Manning, or Diane Roark, or Coleen Rowley, or Jeffrey Sterling, or Thomas Tamm, or Russell Tice, or Kirk Wiebe. And look what they'd done to John Kiriakou—for exposing torture

Ultimately, all executions are political. Their exercise is arbitrary, often capricious, and irrevocable.

As the decades passed for me, I began to think that the path many of us now share, a path of self-realization and self-aggrandizement, might eventually leave us stranded, having arrived at the end of exploitation, but with most of us standing there empty-handed. And what is it that we have found through the injustice of exploitation that these Magdalenians at Altamira did not already possess?

The horrors—ethnic cleansing, industrial rapine, political corruption, racist lynching, extrajudicial execution—once identified and then denounced, always return, wearing different clothes but with the same obsessive face of indifference. We denounce those who order it, we condemn the people who carry out the policies, calling them inhumane. But the behavior is fully human. We are the darkness, as we are, too, the light.

law of retaliation, "an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth," is "interwoven with injustice," since, as Ptolemy points out, "the one who is second to act unjustly still acts unjustly, differing only in the relative order in which he acts, and committing the very same act

It was the look of some woman in a third world country, watching as her village burned.

That John Coffey whose eyes were always streaming tears, like blood from a wound that can never heal.

the former colony itself becoming colonialist.

Blome developed aerosol delivery systems for nerve gas, to be tested on inmates at the Auschwitz concentration camp; bred infected mosquitoes and lice, to be tested on inmates at the Dachau and Buchenwald camps; and produced gas for use in killing thirty-five thousand prisoners at camps in Poland where patients with tuberculosis were being held.

Often the victims were still conscious when their organs were removed, because Ishii believed that the best data could be collected at the point of death.

We used to be the fucker," one of Anaconda's lawyers lamented. "Now we're the fuckee.

Rancid horse penises, sold as meat at the company store, triggered the walkout.

When armed squads confiscated eight bulls, seven cows, four calves, three horses, thirty-six tons of wheat, a cart, a threshing machine, and a mill from B. Bondarenko of Aktyubinsk province, while sentencing him to a year in prison, he asked the presiding judge to provide an explanation for the basis of his conviction because he was not guilty of a crime.

With his manifold instruments of personal power, he was mercilessly hounding all those who expressed differences of opinion with him, but he was always the victim.

A profound, genuine upsurge for social justice can—depending on the overarching ideas and accompanying practices—institutionalize the gravest injustices.

The poor have sometimes objected to being governed badly; the rich have always objected to being governed at all.

For every thousand hacking at the leaves of evil, there is one striking at the root.

For every thousand hacking at the leaves of evil, there is one striking at the root." We can only achieve

For every thousand hacking at the leaves of evil, there is one striking at the root." We

for every thousand hacking at the leaves of evil , there is one hacking at the root ....

I'm not alive." She heard fury climbing to the top of his voice. "I'm a leper. Outcast unclean. Lepers are ugly and filthy. And abominable." His words filled her with horror and protest. "How can it be?" she moaned. "You are not—abominable. What world is it that dares treat you so?

A woman from the audience asks: 'Why were there so few women among the Beat writers?' and [Gregory] Corso, suddenly utterly serious, leans forward and says: "There were women, they were there, I knew them, their families put them in institutions, they were given electric shock. In the '50s if you were male you could be a rebel, but if you were female your families had you locked up.