Quotes About Injustice

Folks like poor Misty Marie, they're limited, borderline dummies, but nothing enough to get a handicapped parking space. Or get any kind of Special Olympic Games. They just pay the bulk of taxes but get no special menu at the steak house. No oversized bathroom stall. No special seat at the front of the bus. No political lobby.

Algunos actos son demasiado bajos hasta para tener nombre. Demasiado bajos para hablar de ellos.

Of all people, only Mr. King came close to exposing the true magic of black people," Arabella explained. "For many years we debated killing him for our own protection." Miss Josephine listened in amazement. "Blacks killed Martin Luther King Jr.?" Arabella scowled. "Not Doctor King . . . ," she exclaimed. "We hired a man to kill Stephen King. Unfortunately the assassin was inept, and the intended hit-and-run was a failure.

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They don't ask, How do we stop bullies? Instead those assholes say, How can we get these stupid kids to stop painting bull's-eyes on their foreheads? They put the blame on the victims, not the victimizers.

Men always want to put us in boxes," Miranda says finally. "They want to keep us there, out of sight, out of mind. Make our limbs weak so we can't fight back. They would very much prefer us to be props—a rack, perhaps, to hold up their hats, a shelf to display their trophies.

There was always someone like that out there, ready to ride their hate like a horse and gallop right over anybody who wasn't like them, who had what they wanted. Someone always wanted to bathe in blood. Because hate like that didn't stay quiet.

he knew full well what it was to be a black man in America dealing with white police. Nothing was ever about race to them, until it was. Then it meant assuming the worst of someone with brown skin.

Law applied to its extreme is the greatest injustice

It made no difference what nationality or color or sex or class a person was. The suffering was the same.

what I really want to shout, and want in big letters on that grave, too, is FUCK YOU ALL. Don't all women feel the same? The only difference is how much we know we feel it, how in touch we are with our fury. We're all furies, except the ones who are too damned foolish

But if anyone believes that he is working harder but is being paid less than another person, it would be like transplanting cancer into this company.

They took our land, then they took our water. But Hawaiians lost more then that. The haole took away our pride. They called us 'natives'. They told us our language was no good, that our gods were evil.

The pendulum had swung too far, as always, and now was swinging back, and the horror of intolerance had been loosed upon the land.

She had long ago accepted that life was unfair. But why , when she'd accepted the bitter truth , did circumstance insist on rubbing her face in it?

That's not fair! Life's not fair, Kaspar. You know that. You had a slave for — how long? Twelve years. Did you treat him 'fairly'? No, of course not. You beat him when you were in a bad mood, because it made you feel better, and when you felt better you beat him some more.

Then, having finished with his gesture of remorse, he sat down, like any decent man who has been deeply wronged, and planned murder.

Sometimes nature is even crueller than politics.

there is evil in this world. And all it takes for it to triumph is for good people to do nothing.

In the biracial world constructed in nineteenth-century North America, people had to choose sides; more often the choice was made for them.

Racial prejudice rotted one's faculties.

Perhaps his life might have veered elsewhere if the US government had opened the country to colored advancement like they opened the army. But it was one thing to allow someone to kill for you and another to let him live next door.

The capacity to suffer. Elwood--all the Nickel boys--existed in the capacity. Breathed in it, ate in it, dreamed in it. That was their lives now. Otherwise they would have perished. The beatings, the rapes, the unrelenting winnowing of themselves. They endured. But to love those who would have destroyed them? To make that leap? We will meet your physical force with soul force. Do to us what you will and we will still love you.

The music stopped. The circle broke. Sometimes a slave will be lost in a brief eddy of liberation. In the sway of a sudden reverie among the furrows or while untangling the mysteries of an early morning dream. In the middle of a song on a warm Sunday night. Then it comes, always - the overseer's cry, the call to work, the shadow of the master, the reminder that she is only a human being for a tiny moment across the eternity of her servitude.