Quotes About Injustice

Even after he was gone, I still loved my father. I looked Norwegian, like him, with a long face, strong jaw, thin mouth, and flashing eyes. And, like him, I was verbal, easygoing, and low-key on the surface, and, deep down, proud, socially paranoid, full of self-loathing, and prone to rage at injustice.

Many in the English-speaking world came to agree with the Germans that the Treaty of Versailles, and the reparations in particular, were unjust, and that Lloyd George had capitulated to the vengeful French.

Social conditions that spur large numbers of people into action are ignored in favor of a Hollywood version of history focusing on one conquering hero. Since a movement for social change is embodied in its leader, death of the leader means death of the movement.

Nu exist? tat? bun, asta e regul?; nu trebuie învinuiÈ›i b?rbaÈ›ii, ci instituÈ›ia paternit??ii care e putred?. S? faci copii e foarte bine; s? ai îns? copii: ce nedreptate!

It happens; incompetence is rewarded more often than not.

Tis only those who have never heard a shot, never heard the shriek and groans of the wounded or lacerated…that cry aloud for more blood, more vengeance, more desolation.

Yellowface enables racist caricature—but it also denies Asian actors the opportunity to play Asian roles.

not even rape;

This is an age of impunity, a time when the rich and powerful get away with their misdeeds, and are even lauded for them in some quarters.

The Statue of Liberty's gender changed nothing. It was the same here as anywhere: men and their wars.

This whole country's stolen.

But as I peeked at my brother's inert body....I was aware only of what a strange thing it was to be male. Society discriminated against women, no question. But what about the discrimination of being sent war? Which sex was really thought to be expendable.

I was aware only of what a strange thing it was to be male. Society discriminated against women, no question. But what about the discrimination of being sent to war? Which sex was really thought to be expendable?

It had to do with the way the mail wasn't delivered on time, and how potholes never got fixed, or the thievery at City Hall, or the race riots, or the 801 fires set around the city on Devil's night. The Lisbon girls became a symbol of what was wrong with the country, the pain it inflicted on even its most innocent citizens, and in order to make things better a parents' group donated a bench in the girls' memory to our school.

our fellow Negro citizens could be summed up in something Tessie said after watching Sidney Poitier's performance in To Sir with Love, which opened a month before the riots. She said, "You see, they can speak perfectly normal if they want.

anger creates a sense of power and control in a situation where prior to anger these positive, motivating feelings did not exist. The feelings of control and righteousness that come from anger can motivate you to challenge and change difficult interpersonal and social injustices. [. . .] Anger can provide you with a rest from feelings of vulnerability, and a way of venting tensions and frustrations."189

Intolerable wrongs we accept now as a matter of course would have provoked marches in the streets and calls for new elections only a few years ago.

Women employees were reportedly hired for their personal attractions rather than their skills, and several young ladies claimed that they were refused employment until they yielded to the passionate embraces of the superintendent of the Bureau of Engraving and Printing.

Scapegoating Jews—or Communists, Poles, women, immigrants—was the refuge of the lazy, envious, and unimaginative. It made the world an ugly, hostile place to live in and did nothing to solve any actual problems.

Where they burn books, in the end they will also burn people. They're bloodthirsty and capable of anything. You'll see. With those torches they'll first set Germany ablaze, and then the rest of Europe.

A lot of the early jazz artists, of course, couldn't even walk through the front door of the hotels and clubs they were playing in and had to enter through back doors and kitchens, and I think Jean felt this was a metaphor for his place in the art world: he had entered through the back door. He broke into the white art world in a way that had never been done before by any black.

He refuses to sell his paintings and writes NOT FOR SALE on some of them. He is furious because people are writing about his ghetto childhood and call him a graffiti artist and primitive. They don't invent a childhood for white artists, he says.

She hoped that things had changed, but she knew that they hadn't changed enough. All the demonstrations, all the consciousness-raising, all the protests, all the pickets, all the books she'd read, all the conversations she'd had, all the ballots she'd cast, all the work and here they were, still.

Remember the M.S. St. Louis?" Jo nodded. It felt like every week of Hebrew school they'd gotten lessons on the Holocaust, including the story of the ship of nine hundred Jewish refugees that had been turned away from the United States in 1939 because the government believed the passengers were spies. "I've told you what it was like for me as a girl. Kids calling me names. Throwing things at me. And nobody