Quotes About Injustice

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My admiration for Britannicus grew as I watched the uncomplaining manner in which he accepted the injustice and the inefficiency and inconvenience being heaped upon him by incompetent superiors.

When I was in elementary school, we weren't allowed to do sports other than cheerleading. By junior high, they let us play, but we had to come back after 6:30 p.m. to practice because there was only one gymnasium and the boys used it first.

It isn't a perfect America and it isn't run right, but it still belongs to us. As

United States—and unfairly, I feel—the greatest purveyor of violence on earth.

Their chairs were huge and soft, the kind that swivel and make squelching noises whenever you shift your behind. Aunt Isabelle and I had regular, hard-backed chairs. So at first, I didn't concentrate on what the lawyers were saying because I felt too angry about this. Why didn't we have the soft, fun, swivelling chairs?

Did not the manager of the Fresh Air Fund write to the pastor of an Italian Church only last year{9} that "no one asked for Italian children," and hence he could not send any to the country?

I don't believe that the big men, the politicians and the capitalists alone, are guilty of the war. Oh, no, the little man is just as guilty, otherwise the peoples of the world would have risen long ago! from We Are Witnesses: Five Diaries of Teenagers Who Died in the Holocaust

This is the concentration camp and crematorium at Auschwitz. This is where people were turned into numbers. Into this pond were flushed the ashes of some four million people. And that was not done by gas. It was done by arrogance. It was done by dogma. It was done by ignorance. When people believe that they have absolute knowledge, with no test in reality, this is how they behave.

The values by which we are to survive are not rules for just and unjust conduct, but are those deeper illuminations in whose light justice and injustice, good and evil, means and ends are seen in fearful sharpness of outline.

He didn't even have the satisfaction of being killed for civil rights... it had to be some silly little Communist.

Racism doesn't know color, death doesn't know age, and pain doesn't know might.

In downtown Greenville, they painted over the WHITE ONLY signs, except on the bathroom doors, they didn't use a lot of paint so you can still see the words, right there like a ghost standing in front still keeping you out.

First they brought us here. Then we worked for free. Then it was 1863, and we were supposed to be free but we weren't. And that's why people are so mad.

But it's what the world does to people. It makes some of us feel ugly and it makes some of us look like criminals, like angry fools.

The FBI says Angela Davis is one of America's Most Wanted.

In the stores downtown we're always followed around just because we're brown.

Even when my girls were little, we'd go down there, my grandmother tells us. And people'd be marching. The marching didn't just start yesterday. Police with those dogs, scared everybody near to death. Just once I let my girls march.

Except among those whose education has been in the minimalist style, it is understood that hasty moral judgments about the past are a form of injustice

Except among those whose education has been in the minimalist style, it is understood that hasty moral judgments about people in the past are a form of injustice.

Tay knew that if he gave the Hong Kong police what he had discovered, they wouldn't have been able to touch Albert Chan. He doubted they would have even tried.

Have you ever wondered to yourself why it is that all people like me seem to have learned from you is how to imprison and murder each other, how to govern badly, and how to take the wealth of our country and place it in Swiss bank accounts? Have you ever wondered why it is that all we seem to have learned from you is how to corrupt our societies and how to be tyrants? You will have to accept that this is mostly your fault

When I say "I am filled with rage," the criminal says, "But why?"And when I blow things up and make life generally unlivable for the criminal (is my life not unlivable too?) the criminal is shocked, surprised. But nothing can erase my rage- not an apology, not a sum of money, not the death of the criminal- for this wrong can never be made right, and only the impossible can make me still: can a way be found to make what happened not have happened?

Isn't that the last straw; for not only did we have to suffer the unspeakableness of slavery, but the satisfaction to be had from "We made you bastards rich" is taken away, too.