Quotes About Injustice

And yet throughout the world, past and present, for thousands of years, those whom we call good men, righteous men, have been accustomed to the sight of such things, have sat and looked and considered them to be matters of course, have not demanded justice for the victims or offered to help them. This is the most appalling, unjust, and unequal thing, the most inexplicable theory under heaven.

If they want to come for you, they will come, and it doesn't matter what you read or what you failed to read. The books on your shelves, the music you cherish, the past lives you've lived, all these details are just an excuse.

Five years of hard labour, Sparrow always reminded her, watching people who had done no wrong disappear, could not be wiped away so quickly, yet still Zhuli wanted to shake her mother, drag her mind back from the camps and make her present. What mattered was the here and now and not the life before, what mattered were the changeable things of today and tomorrow and not the ever, infinitely, unbearably unchanging yesterday.

Later, years later, I would hear a song made of our meeting. [...] I was not surprised by the portrait of myself: the proud witch undone before the hero's sword, kneeling and begging for mercy. Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.

This was the cruelty of adults. Do you understand?

The world is an unjust place.

They take what they want, and in return they give you only your own shackles.

History is riddled with blood and sin.

Life's not fair but not always to your disadvantage.

This pain, this terrible seeing-through that is in me now. It wasn't necessary. It is all pain, and it buys nothing. Gives birth to nothing. All in vain. All wasted. The older the world becomes, the more obvious it is. The bomb and the tortures in Algeria and the starving babies in the Congo. It gets bigger and darker. More and more suffering for more and more. And more and more in vain.

Everything free and decent in life is being locked away in filthy little cellars by beastly people who don't care.

De ce trebuie s? le toler?m noi calibanitatea lor? De ce este nevoie ca orice persoan? vital?, creatoare ?i generoas? s? fie martirizat? de grosol?nia din jur?

Victims? Whatever you call people who are made to suffer without being given the choice. That sounds like an excellent definition of man.

This girl is the daughter of the man who once owned Jon's mother as a negro-slave was owned. You can't lay that ghost; don't try to, June! It's asking us to see Jon joined to the flesh and blood of the man who possessed Jon's mother against her will.

I'm here to tell you, separate was never equal.

This was Mississippi, where for years whites shot blacks for any reason or no reason and no one cared; where whites raped blacks and it was considered sport; where blacks were hanged for fighting back.

And until we can see each other as equals, justice is never going to be even-handed. It will remain nothing more than a reflection of our own prejudices

But a year in jail for an innocent man is pure luck in our system.

Justice delayed is justice denied.

The system reflects society. It's not always fair, but it's as fair as the system in New York, or Massachusetts, or California. It's as fair as biased, emotional humans can make it.

At eleven-fifteen it rang again, and Jake received his first death threat, anonymous of course. He was called a nigger-loving son of a bitch, one who would not live if the nigger walked.

We like to say that skin color doesn't matter, but that's not always true. We often use it to open doors.

As I told you before, it's fairly easy to convict an innocent man and virtually impossible to exonerate one.

God help us, if ever in this great country we turn our heads while people who have not had fair trials are executed. That almost happened in this case.