Quotes About Injustice

Since when does the world determine anything? I mean, do you think when God declared 'I know the plans I have for you', He forgot to say that the plans are only valid if you're not black?

The world was fucked up. It was hard to say how exactly, but we could feel it. There was injustice, lots of it, we saw it as a dull shape coming into focus.

It was a huge obsession taking over my life, every injustice leading logically to a related and worse injustice until I was standing in the center of a pulsating ring of pain and torture and oppression and the only real solution was to just kill yourself. Just get off the fucking fucked-up planet.

French Caribbean island of Martinique, a tiny territory less than one-fourth the size of Long Island, imported more slaves than all the U.S. states combined.

Where that rage comes from? Partly, I would say it's a sense that a life can be taken away from you, quickly, in a dumb second for the dumbest reason. That makes me mad, defensive and protective.

Donald Trump steals people's dignity like the devil steals souls!

In prison there's no bad, everything's worse. Worse bellyache, worse misery, worse sadness--the worst of the worst. Jailers and judges seem like people without reason, deranged. Compliance with rules and regulations which have nothing to do with reality turns them into madmen, at least they seem such to those not under the strange influence of the law.

Miguel de Cervantes

If it is nothingness that awaits us, let us make an injustice of it let us fight against destiny, even though without hope of victory.

If it is nothingness that awaits us, let us make an injustice of it, let us fight against destiny, even without hope of victory.

Entonces Daniel no sabía que los hombres se enfurecen a veces con la vida y contra un orden de cosas que consideran irritante y desigual.

si Cristo hubiese regresado para predicar su mensaje de liberación en la Edad Media, habría sido crucificado de nuevo por los dirigentes de la misma iglesia cuyo poder mundano se había levantado en su nombre.

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Hitler killed six million innocent Jews. The feminists have killed fifty million innocent babies.

The way I see it, all governments are just a different flavour of bastard.

We live in a rich society with poor children, and that should be intolerable.

It's one thing to be poor. It's another thing to be poor and feel unsafe. One could say crime is the insult to the injury. But, it's really the extra injury to the injury.

In attacking the young, the liberal, and the black, Daley was in the mainstream of America's mass prejudices. The Democratic party may have suffered by his actions, but Daley came out...even more popular than before because "bust their heads" was the mood of the land and Daley had swung the biggest club.

My dad remembers being in school with my uncle, and the teacher would say outright to the class that the Japanese were second-class citizens and shouldn't be trusted.

Nothing, in fact, is as universal or as ancient as the iniquitous and absurd; truth and justice, on the contrary, are the least universal, the youngest features in the development of human society.

There is no horror, no cruelty, sacrilege, or perjury, no imposture, no infamous transaction, no cynical robbery, no bold plunder or shabby betrayal that has not been or is not daily being perpetrated by the representatives of the states, under no other pretext than those elastic words, so convenient and yet so terrible: "for reasons of state."

Housing without people, and people without housing.

Little Man turned around and watched saucer-eyed as a bus bore down on him spewing clouds of red dust like a huge yellow dragon breathing fire. Little Man headed toward the bank, but it was too steep. He ran frantically along the road looking for a foothold and, finding one, hopped onto the bank, but not before the bus had sped past enveloping him in a scarlet haze while laughing white faces pressed against the bus windows. Little

Baby, we have no choice of what color we're born or who our parents are or whether we're rich or poor. What we do have is some choice over what we make of our lives once we're here.