Quotes About Injustice

Three year in prison and a dick is just another thing to put up your ass.

If you going rape me, rape me already and leave me in whichever ditch you leave woman. Just stop bore me with your r'asscloth mouth

But some fire don't go out, they go quiet under the ash, waiting for one little dry stick to feed. So the white man sleep with one eye open, waiting for the fire next time. That fire coming.

The white man say we're fighting for freedom from totalitarianism, terrorism and tyranny, but nobody know what he mean. I

the ghetto should never come with a photo. The Third World slum is a nightmare that defies beliefs or facts, even the ones staring right at you. A vision of hell that twists and turns on itself and grooves to its own soundtrack.

All you ever did was watch woman suffer and blame her for it.

the policeman move up the line saying, You can't fuck, go home. You can't fuck neither remove youself. You look like you can fuck, stay. You go, you go. Hold on, hold on now, you move like is you the one who getting the fucking. Batty boy, remove youself, and you, you better stay.

Seem that if baby get left in manger he would scratch up, bite up and dead by the third day. But white people think this be the greatest thing. The baby grow up and they kill him, and white people think this be even greater. It make plenty sense that white people would get so much mirth and joy out of this 'cause nobody kill for fun like backra.

This is a story of several killings, of boys who meant nothing to a world still spinning

Homer whiter than plenty white man, it seem. But nothing make a nigger more black than whip scars. Lilith don't want none of it.

him swinging the baton and knocking out my side teeth and cracking my temple so that I can never hear good out of that ear again and saying let that be a lesson to never take you dutty, stinking, ghetto self uptown again. And I see them and I wait. But

The world is fickle about witches.' 'The wold is fickle about women.

I see it on his face. I hear it when he talks. We look out at the world and we see the same thing: Not Fair. And the only difference between us is Ricky's out there trying to get even. And he knows not trust anybody and he got it straight from me. And he knows not to try and get work, and guess where he got that. He walks around like there's loose boards in the floor, and you know who laid that floor, I did.

You sent your last letter months ago about the poems you could not write, no words to sing when the president swears that God breathes the psalms of armies in his ear, and flags twirl by the millions to fascinate us like dogs at the dinner table.

I took one look at his composed face and know he doesn't understand, because if he did understand, he would be weeping, too, for this boy who loved a world that never loved him.

Esto es el mundo al revés, amigo. En cambio de dárselo a la gente lo tirán acá al basural, para que no les bajen los precios. Si serán hijos de puta.

No es lo mismo ser racista en blanco y negro —un inglés en la India, un belga en el Congo— que ser racista con tal despliegue de matices; se necesita mucha más atención, más mala leche, más interés en el asunto.

The only way I can pay back for what fate and society have handed me is to try, in minor totally useless ways, to make an angry sound against injustice.

What gave these krauts a right to say who should be born and who shouldn't, and who could live and be let alone, and who would get caught and killed?

Anger is about status injury.

If you're not angry, then what's wrong?" I was definitely glaring now. "How do you want the list sorted? By time stamp or degree of survivability?

Spurred on by those in public life, the ordinary bigots seemed to find a voice.

Progressive taxes are inherently flawed in that they fund public services which are often location-dependent, thus adding to the value of owned land. Thus, any tax that pays for public services without obtaining revenue from resulting land value increases is fundamentally unjust.

Terrorism is the war of the weak and war is the terrorism of the strong.