Quotes About Injustice

All my life I've been told to make no noise, don't want too much, be grateful for any scrap that came my way. And I've done that. I thought if I just did what women are supposed to do and played by the rules, it would Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I don't know Ã¢â'¬Â¦ change. But the way we're treated…" "It's unfair," he said. "It's wrong," she said. "This

Vianne didn't hesitate. She knew now that no one could be neutral—not anymore—and as afraid as she was of risking Sophie's life, she was suddenly more afraid of letting her daughter grow up in a world where good people did nothing to stop evil, where a good woman could turn her back on a friend in need.

If she opened her mouth she might start screaming. Or if she looked at him she might cry, might demand to know how it was that children could be shot in the dark for nothing.

A man. It was always about the men. They seem to think it meant nothing to cook and clean and bear children and tend gardens. But we women of the Great Plains worked from sunup to sundown, too, toiled on wheat farms until we were as dry and baked as the land we loved.

But what good is safety if she has to grow up in a world where people disappear without a trace because they pray to a different God.

She knew now that no one could be neutral - not anymore - and as afraid as she was of risking Sophie's life, she was suddenly more afraid of letting her daughter grow up in a world where good people did nothing to stop evil, where a good woman could turn her back on a friend in need.

You understand. I know you do. Your people are starving, dying. Thousands are homeless. They can't make enough money picking to survive. Help me convince them to strike for better wages. They'll listen to you.

Folks who are from the wrong place, or have the wrong color skin, or speak the wrong language, or pray to the wrong God.

Your dad cleared out our savings account. And they won't give me a credit card unless your father or my father cosigns." She lit up a cigarette. "Sweet Jesus, it's 1974. I have a job. I make money. And a woman can't get a credit card without a man's signature. It's a man's world, baby girl.

When times is tough and jobs is scarce, folks blame the outsider. It's human nature. And raht now, that's us. In California it used to be

in 1974 a grown woman with a job couldn't get a credit card in her name.

Oh, and they culled our names from the relief rolls today. If you can pick cotton, you have to. No state relief." "We heard. The growers bullied the state into it. They're calling it the No Work, No Eat policy. They're afraid that relief will allow you to feed your children while you strike for better wages.

Isabelle had heard this criticism all her life, but why should she hold her tongue? No one listened to her either way.

Oradour-sur-Glane —no lejos de Carriveau— y habían conducido a sus habitantes a punta de fusil hasta la iglesia, supuestamente para comprobar su documentación.

Women were integral to the Resistance. Why couldn't men see that?

Bullies were bullies; their defining characteristic was the need to exert power over the powerless. Who was more powerless than a child?

This is what they have done to us. We are afraid of our own shadows." She

There's no fair in life and death.

But, it was a lie. For people like us, anyway. Folks who are from the wrong place, or have the wrong color skin, or speak the wrong language, or pray to the wrong God.

The modern world no longer believed in senseless tragedy. Bad things couldn't just happen to people; someone had to pay.

How long could hungry, homeless, starving people stand up for an idea?

AFTER TEN HOURS OF hard labor beneath a hot sun, Elsa climbed down from the truck. She had her work chit in one gloved hand. It wasn't worth much, but it was something. The company store charged the camp residents ten percent to convert the chit to credit, but they couldn't cash it anywhere else; if they wanted cash instead of credit, they had to pay interest. So, in point of fact, as little as they were paid, it was really even ten percent less.

Jews. Communists. Homosexuals. Freemasons. Jehovah's Witnesses. Do you know these people?

I don't know the right thing to do anymore. I want to protect Sophie and keep her safe, but what good is safety if she has to grow up in a world where people disappear without a trace because they pray to a different God?