Quotes About Injustice

J'ai été enterré sous les morts ; mais, maintenant, je suis enterré sous des vivants, sous des actes, sous des faits, sous la société tout entière, qui veut me faire rentrer sous terre!

Why did the father of these poor girls, the Comte de Granville, a wise and upright magistrate (though sometimes led away by politics), refrain from protecting the helpless little creatures from such crushing despotism? Alas! by mutual understanding, about ten years after marriage, he and his wife were separated while living under one roof. The father had taken upon himself the education of his sons, leaving that of the daughters to his wife.

adore à genoux quand on n'a pas pu l'enterrer sous la boue. La corruption est en force, le talent est rare. Ainsi, la corrup- tion est l'arme de la médiocrité qui abonde, et vous en sentirez partout la pointe.

Et voilà que , comme dans l' Ancien Testament , le pauvre possède un seul agneau qui fait son bonheur , et le riche qui a des troupeaux envie la brebis du pauvre et la lui dérobe ! ... sans le prévenir , sans la lui demander .

He recognized the world for what it is - a place where laws and morality have no power over the rich - and he saw in wealth the ultima ratio mundi.

Corruption is thick on the ground, talent rare.

'I wish for a better life. I wish for food for my children. I wish that sexual abuse and exploitation in schools would stop.' This is the dream of the African girl.

There is no Hell, other than that which men make on earth.

Why do women have to suffer this way? Why don't we have the freedom men have?

She didn't understand a damned thing about life except that it was arbitrary and cruel, and some people got away with murder while others made one tiny, careless mistake and paid a terrible price.

Instead of remembering grief and devastation, she remembered the terrible injustice of the cheesecake.

I seriously don't understand how men came to rule the world," she'd said to her sister, Bridget, this morning,

Maybe she was sexist.

Aunt Connie killing the Munros is manifestly wrong. It was Alice.

she wasn't sure if she was even that enthusiastic a fan of God anymore. He seemed to have dropped the ball a long time ago. Appalling things happened to children, across the world, every single day. It was inexcusable.

I want also to suggest that the disabling nature of incarceration and whose bodies are available for capture should likewise be understood as a core feature of incarceration.

You know the cops dont like us, because they wanna rock just like us.

It was the same old crap-someone thinking they can push you around because you're young, because you're helpless. You had to just sit there and take it because you were under a certain number, because you weren't a real person yet; you could be picked up and dropped like a toy, left behind or thrown away-

Unjust. How many times I've used that word, scolded myself with it. All I mean by it now is that I don't have the final courage to say that I refuse to preside over violations against myself, and to hell with justice.

Since when do you have to agree with people to defend them from injustice?

I hate male cowardice and the way they always have each other's backs. They have no control. They justify everything their dicks make them do. And they get away with it. Nearly every time.

I had never seen more clearly how streets like these were made for and by amoral cowards, men who made money in rubber or sugar or copper or steel in remote places then returned here where no one questioned their practices, their treatment of others, their greed.

But there are too many people that make so much money at the cost of lives of other humans and for no reason but to make the money.

We live in a world of intolerance masked as tolerance.