Quotes About Injustice

There are some very stupid men in the capitals of the Western World--the more stupid because they think they are so wise. It would seem to me that almost anybody would know by now that colored peoples do not like to be ruled by outside forces, Jim Crowed, segregated, told what to do by aliens, and in general kicked around.

Union : Not me alone-- I know now-- But all the whole oppressed Poor world, White and black, Must put their hands with mine To shake the pillars of those temples Wherein the false gods dwell And worn-out altars stand Too well defended, And the rule of greed's upheld- That must be ended.

You never miss the water till the well runs dry. Those who ought to know, tell me that you never really appreciate Moscow until you get back again to the land of the bread lines, unemployment, Jim Crow cars and crooked politicians, brutal bankers and overbearing police, three per cent beer and the Scottsboro case.

In America Negroes do not have to be told what fascism is, We know.

As much as they loved Negroes, Neroes didn't seem to love Michael and Anne.

In the course of our conversation, I learned that there were many cities in Central Asia where dark men and women are in control of the government. And I thought about Mississippi where more than half of the population is Negro, but one never hears of a colored person in the government. In fact, in the state Negroes cannot even vote. And you will never meet them riding in the sleeping car.

I never felt so lonesome Since I was born black.

Well, I was looking for Justice," said Simple. "I was tired." "Tired of what?" "Of hearing the radio talking about the Four Freedoms all day long during the war and me living in Harlem where nary one of them freedoms worked--nor the ceiling prices either.

Who said I want to go to war? If I do, it ain't the same war the President wants to go to. No, sir, I been hanging on a rope in Alabama too long.

What shall I tell my children?...You tell me- 'Cause freedom ain't freedom when a man ain't free.

God to Hungry Child Hungry child, I didn't make this world for you. You didn't buy any stock in my railroad, You didn't invest in my corporation. Where are your shares in standard oil? I made the world for the rich And the will-be-rich And the have-always-been-rich. Not for you, Hungry child.

Song For a Dark Girl Way Down South in Dixie ?(Break the heart of me) They hung my black young lover ?To a cross roads tree. Way Down South in Dixie ?(Bruised body high in air) I asked the white Lord Jesus ?What was the use of prayer. Way Down South in Dixie ?(Break the heart of me) Love is a naked shadow ?On a gnarled and naked tree.

Beale Street Love Love Is a brown man's fist With hard knuckles Crushing the lips, Blackening the eyes – Hit me again, Says Clorinda.

Strange, That in this nigger place, I should meet Life face to face When for years, I had been seeking Life in places gentler speaking Until I came to this near street And found Life — stepping on my feet!

I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America.

I swear to the Lord,I still can't see,Why Democracy means,Everybody but me.

The people are hungry: It is because those in authority eat up too much in taxes.

In 1880, after the assassination of Alexander II, the mobs, aided by the Czar's soldiers, burned and butchered their way through one Jewish community after another, leaving a new word in their wake: pogrom.

For the Arabs, and above all for the 1.2 million Arabs of Palestine, the partitioning of the land in which they had been a majority for seven centuries seemed a monstrous injustice thrust upon them by white Western imperialism in expiation of a crime they had not committed.

No matter what any struggle accomplishes, time, life, death bring in their changes, and new oppressions are always forming from the ashes of the old.

Do you know that when Hitler's Final Solution to eliminate the Polish Jews was first mentioned in the Times it was on page twenty-eight. And on page six of the Washington Post.

Sometimes the innocent suffer with the guilty. They can get caught in the backwash.

My mother's lips stopped trembling right before she spoke. "Because that means they lose something they aren't willing to: their power. Everyone protects what they aren't willing to lose." As I looked out at the horizon and the Circles and realized how true it was. We weren't willing to lose the lives the Republic stole. The Protectors risked their lives for the chance to steal them back.

On Kwajalein, Louie and Phil leared a dark truth known to the doomed in Hitler's death camps, the slaves of the American South, and a hundred other generations of betrayed people. Dignity is as essential to human life as water, food, and oxygen.