Quotes About Injustice

I'm not advocating a competition for who has it toughest. The caste systems of sex and race are interdependent and can only be uprooted together. It's time to take equal pride in breaking all the barriers.

Thanks to President Andrew Jackson's Indian Removal Act, Cherokee land was left to white farmers who used it to grow cotton with slave labor and to mine gold.

lack of self-confidence, a feeling of being unsuited to power, is the emotional training that helps to keep any less-than-equal group in its place.

Politics don't begin in Washington. Politics begin with those who are oppressed right here.

In Austin, Texas, an eighty-year-old Black woman said she was supporting Hillary because "I've seen too many women who earned it, and too many young men who came along and took it.

That was but a prelude; where they burn books, they will ultimately burn people as well.

Until lions have their historians, tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunters.

But history supplies little beyond a list of those who have accomodated themselves with the property of others.

The greatest obscenity is man's inhumanity to man.

He was a violent, unjust man. Why the plague germs spared him I can never understand. It would seem, in spite of our old metaphysical notions about absolute justice, that there is no justice in the universe. Why did he live?—an iniquitous, moral monster, a blot on the face of nature, a cruel, relentless, bestial cheat as well. All

As some one has said, they do everything for the poor except get off their backs

For Beauty Smith was cruel in the way that cowards are cruel. Cringing and snivelling himself before the blows or angry speech of a man, he revenged himself, in turn, upon creatures weaker than he.

It was not a column, but a mob, an awful river that filled the street, the people of the abyss, mad with drink and wrong, up at last and roaring for the blood of their masters. I had seen the people of the abyss before, gone through its ghettos, and thought I knew it; but I found that I was now looking on it for the first time. Dumb apathy had vanished. It was now dynamic—a fascinating spectacle of dread.

Sizin diÅŸleriniz sökülmüÅŸtür baylar, t?rnaklar?n?z köreltilmiÅŸtir! DiÅŸsiz ve t?rnaks?z ayaklanaca??n?z gün bir koyun sürüsü kadar zarars?z ve yumuÅŸak bir durumda olacaks?n?z!

All life likes power, and Beauty Smith was no exception. Denied the expression of power amongst his own kind, he fell back upon the lesser creatures and there vindicated the life that was in him. But Beauty Smith had not created himself, and no blame was to be attached to him. He had come into the world with a twisted body and a brute intelligence. This had constituted the clay of him, and it had not been kindly moulded by the world.

Porque Smith era cruel, con aquella crueldad característica de lo cobardes. Dispuesto siempre a humillarse y a huir ante los golpes o las injurias de un hombre, se vengaba de ello con los seres más débiles.

Adaleti de adaletsizli?i de kendi tanr?lar?n?n elinden almas? gerekiyordu.

Quando quer que um homem surgisse e quisesse ir adiante, todos os que ficaram parados no tempo diziam que ele estava regredindo e devia ser morto. E a gente pobre ajudava a apedrejá-lo, pois era tola. Todos nós éramos tolos, exceto os que engordavam e não trabalhavam. Os tolos eram chamados de sábios, e os sábios eram apedrejados. Homens que trabalhavam não tinham o suficiente para comer, e homens que não trabalhavam comiam demais.

Il est étrange que je meure de l'utérus, moi qui n'ai jamais eu de règles et qui n'ai pas connu les hommes.

The Rule of Benedict, the fourth rung of humility requires us to hold fast to patience with a silent mind, especially when facing difficulties, contradictions—and even any injustice.

You know, Maisie, that when you look at one of these politicians, you're looking at a thief, a liar and a murderer, that's the way I see it." "Come on, Dad, that's not like you." "No, I mean it. Look—they take our money, they lie through their teeth, and then they send our boys off to their deaths, don't they? And all the time, they're in clover, never a day's risk or a day wanting.

I quite understand how we are driven to lead statistical lives, but I repeat that it is the duty of art to make us imagine the particular; to make us understand that the rights of one human being are not a fraction of the rights of more than one, and at the same time that in any situation of collective evil, the suffering is felt by no more than one person; only one feels the bitter agony of injustice, only one dies

One of the meanings of what is called a victim ( a victim of anything or anyone whatsoever) is precisely to be erased in its meaning as victim. The absolute victim is a victim who cannot even protest. One cannot even identify the victim as victim. He or she cannot even present himself or herself as such. He or she is completely covered by language, annihilated by history, a victim one cannot identify.

I hold that in every situation of injustice and oppression, the Christian--who cannot deal with it by violence--must make himself completely a part of it as representative of the victims.