Quotes About Injustice

Als er overal wordt gelogen, als je eigen ervaring zo tegengesteld is aan de officiële waarheid en op die manier van je wordt afgepakt, moet je wel verstommen.

Rich was beginning to see how the world worked against virtually all women, the privileged and the unprivileged, and her increasing awareness of all the ways she was being held back fueled her righteous indignation.

You . . . person," he says; and again, "you nobody from Hell, you whore-spawn, you cluster of evil, you lawyer.

A lie is no less a lie because it is a thousand years old. Your undivided church has liked nothing better than persecuting its own members, burning them and hacking them apart when they stood by their own conscience, slashing their bellies open and feeding their guts to dogs.

You have always regarded women as disposable, my lord, and you cannot complain if in the end they think the same of you.

Men pay for crimes, but not necessarily their own.

We are taxed till we cry, we must live till we die, we be looted and swindled and cheated and dwindled Ã¢â'¬Â¦ O, Worse was it Never!

somehow, everybody is poorer except the priests.

Late May, he demanded without success the abolition of the death penalty.

You think the king ever loved you? No. To him you were an instrument. As I am. A device. You and me, my son Surrey, we are no more to him than a trebuchet, a catapult, or any other engine of war. Or a dog. A dog who has served him through the hunting season. What do you do with a dog, when the season ends? You hang it.

No: these are the complaints of small landowners, and men who don't like to pay their taxes. Men who want to be petty kings in their shires, who want the women to curtsey as they pass through the marketplace. I know these paltry gods, he thinks. We had them in Putney. They have them everywhere.

We are taxed till we cry, we must live till we die, we be looted and swindled and cheated and dwindled … O, Worse was it Never!

We're incandescent and it doesn't seem fair." "Fair?" "I mean too much comes to some of us, not enought to all the rest of us. So few of us to do the thinking. I mean so few of us have to be so incandescent.

What woman here is so enamored of her own oppression," she wondered, "that she cannot see her heel print upon another woman's face?

Saccha hai yahan kangal, to Beimaan hai malamal (Here the honest person is poor, the corrupt people are rich)

Tarikh par tarikh, tarikh par tarikh, tarikh par tarikh, tarikh par tarikh milti rahi hai ... lekin insaaf nahi mila. Movie Damini

They dug up the graves and burnt the bodies," he said. He began to tell me of an elderly man in the town but then stopped. "Do you want to speak to him?" he asked. "Who dug up the bodies?" "Qaddafi's men, of course," he said in a mildly offended tone. "Reinforcements arrived in buses. The situation here is very bad.

Mänsklighetens minne är bristfälligt och orättvist, och våra äldsta och största välgörare ha vi glömt.

But I didnt do anything wrong.." Which is stupid of course, things dont happen to people because they deserve them.

They took lots of things they had no right to.

You can't win when someone else makes all the rules

Words will not speak and the silence freezes into the images of the apartheid

it is precisely in these banalities that the unhomely stirs, as the violence of a racialized society falls most enduringly on the details of life: where you can sit, or not; how you can live, or not; what you can learn, or not; who you can love, or not.

Equality may perhaps be a right, but no power on earth can turn it into a fact.