Quotes About Prejudice

Há mais de dez anos que fumadores como ele eram perseguidos e caçados pelos indivíduos bons e saudáveis, com pulmões rosa, deste mundo. Em breve os fumadores seriam afastados para o campo, na província.

It could only have been strange for Arthur—an American Jew who had experienced anti-Semitism firsthand, who, as a student, had protested against the rise of Hitler, whose family loathed the Germans just as ardently, and probably more so, than other Americans did—to listen to Marietta's story. But then, until recently, Arthur himself had worked for a German-owned company, Schering.

there was an underlying theme in the letters that insinuated, without ever saying so explicitly, that wealthy white executives—men with families and impressive educational pedigrees, men who give to charity and play an important role in their local communities—were temperamentally incapable of committing the kinds of crimes that should land a person in prison. They weren't the types of people who belonged in prison, one letter after another suggested.

It't hard to be wrongfully accused, but it's worse when the people looking down on you are clods who have never read a book or traveled more than twenty miles from the place they were born.

but it's worse when the people looking down on you are clods who have never read a book or traveled more than twenty miles from the place they were born.

The Flame" is obvious if you've ever seen me. I have red hair, bright. If I had been born a couple hundred years ago I would probably have been burned as a demon. I keep it short but it's unruly. When left to its own devices, it sticks up and makes me look as if I have been set afire.

It's hard to be wrongfully accused, but it's worse when the people looking down on you are clods who have never read a book or traveled more than twenty miles from the place they were born.

If I had been born a couple hundred years ago I would probably have been burned as a demon.

It's hard to be wrongfully accused, but it's worse when the people looking down on you are clods who have never read a book or traveled more than twenty miles from the place they were born. My

Mrs. Porter was fat, and her breath smelled like burnt newspapers.

The necrophiliacs were homophobic and sexist to boot. You'd think pervs would be more tolerant of others. Go figure.

Oh take their picture," said the woman to her bemused husband, "I think they're artists." "Oh, go on," he shrugged. "They're just kids.

Fred didn't swim either. He said Indians didn't swim.

Mark Twain made black people look like buffoons," [says Michael]. Mort doesn't look up. He doesn't know what we're talking about, but that doesn't stop him from joining the conversation. "Michael," says Mort, "Mark Twain made everybody look like buffoons. He was an equal opportunity buffoon maker.

It always stimulates me to discover new examples of my own prejudice and stupidity, to realize that I don't know half as much as I think I do.

Beautiful women aren't allowed to be doctors. It's against the rules.

And this country, the latent hight school homosexual that it is, the mulatto passing for white that it is, the Neanderthal incessantly plucking its unibrow that it is, needs people like him. It needs somebody to throw baseballs at, to fag-bash, to nigger-stomp, to invade, to embargo. Anything that, like baseball, keeps a country that's constantly preening in the mirror from actually looking in the mirror and remembering where the bodies are buried.

I understand now that the only time black people don't feel guilty is when we've actually done something wrong, because that relieves us from the cognitive dissonance of being black and innocent.

because I knew that racist Negro Archetypes, like Bebe's Kids, don't die. They multiply.

Our teacher says we're supposed to be colorblind. That's hard to do if you can see color, isn't it?" "Yeah, I'd say so, but I think your teacher means don't make any assumptions based on color." "Cross on the green and not in between.

You either a poet or a homosexual." "Oh, shit, that's fucked up. Why can't I be both?

I can think of a more despicable word than 'nigger'", I volunteered. […] "Like what?" "Like any word that ends in –ess: Negress. Jewess. Poetess. Actress. Adultress. Factchecktress. I'd rather be called 'nigger' than 'giantess' any day of the week.

Any nigger who isn't paranoid is crazy Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Ullus niger vir quisnam est non insanus ist rabidus is

And this country, the latent high school homosexual that it is, the mulatto passing for white that it is, the Neanderthal incessantly plucking its unibrow that it is, needs people like him. It needs somebody to throw baseballs at, to fag-bash, to nigger-stomp, to invade, to embargo. Anything that, like baseball, keeps a country that's constantly preening in the mirror from actually looking in the mirror and remembering where the bodies are buried.