Quotes About Violence

Lo que Mayreni describió no fue un crimen de guerra aislado. Era una rutina. En el desfiladero de Kemaj, los kurdos y los soldados turcos de la 86.º Brigada de Caballería asesinaron a más de 20.000 mujeres y niños. En Bitlis, los turcos ahogaron a más de 900 mujeres en el Tigris.

Once you start fighting in a war, of course, you are immediately complicit in a form of mass murder.

1984), lanzacohetes múltiples de Brasil (junio 1984), bombas de racimo de 250 kilos de Chile (enviadas desde Santiago a bordo de 747 de las líneas iraquíes en 1984).

Al cabo de dos meses, Daniel estaría muerto, decapitado por sus captores musulmanes después de ser secuestrado por encargo en Karachi, y de que lo obligaran a hablar de su familia judía en la cinta de vídeo de su vil ejecución. Su asesinato fue tan aterrador como truculento.** Volvía a poner de manifiesto no sólo la crueldad de Al Qaeda y sus satélites, sino el grado hasta el que nosotros como periodistas habíamos perdido nuestra inmunidad.

tanto Israel como los Estados Unidos acusarían a los palestinos de ser incapaces de «controlar» la violencia y de ser incapaces de aceptar un acuerdo que habría concedido un triste 64 por ciento del 22 por ciento de protectorado palestino pendiente de negociación. De manera que, antes de embarcarnos en esta vergonzosa historia de pérdidas y tragedias, es imprescindible dejar claro que Israel incumplió todos los acuerdos y pactos importantes

Robin felt her luck, these days, at having two loving parents. Her work had taught her how many people weren't that fortunate, how many people had families that were broken beyond repair, how many adults walked around carrying invisible scars from their earliest childhood, their perceptions and associations forever altered by lack of love, by violence, by cruelty.

Strike knew how deeply ingrained was the belief that the evil conceal their dangerous predilections for violence and domination. When they wear them like bangles for all to see, the gullible populace laughs, calls it a pose, or finds it strangely attractive.

You think he had it in him to kill her, do you?" "Of course I do," said Somé dismissively. "Of course he has. All of us have got it in us, somewhere, to kill.

Strike, who had heard the testimony of Brittany Brockbank and Rhona Laing and many others like them, knew that most women's rapists and killers were not strangers in masks who reached out of the dark space under the stairs. They were the father, the husband, the mother's or the sister's boyfriend...

He would never know what it was like to feel yourself small, weak and powerless. He would never understand what rape did to your feelings about your own body: to find yourself reduced to a thing, an object, a piece of fuckable meat.

Jacobean revenge tragedies,

A rock through a window never comes with a kiss. Blue Öyster Cult, "Madness to the Method

At least you didn't punch her," said Robin. "In her wheelchair. In front of all the art lovers." Strike began to laugh.

Leda, Lula and Rochelle had not been women like Lucy, or his Aunt Joan; they had not taken every reasonable precaution against violence or chance; they had not tethered themselves to life with mortgages and voluntary work, safe husbands and clean-faced dependants: their deaths, therefore, were not classed as 'tragic', in the same way as those of staid and respectable housewives.

Those who live by the mob must be prepared to die by the mob.

Trouble is, you're just as dead if you're knifed by a self-dramatizing twat as by a professional.

Strike, meanwhile, had seen just enough of Robin to be shocked by her appearance. He had never seen her face so pale, nor her eyes so puffy and bloodshot. Even as he sat down at his desk, eager to hear what information on Whittaker Shanker had brought to his office, the thought crossed his mind: What's the bastard done to her? And for a fraction of a second, before fixing all his attention on Shanker, Strike imagined punching Matthew and enjoying it.

He wanted to slice her open and lie inside the warm blood of her body.

their vaunted liberty no body pushes me around i have heard them say land of the free they sing what do they fear mistrust betray more than the freedom they boast of in their ignorant pride have seen the squalid ghettoes in their violent cities paradox on paradox how have the americans managed to survive

I wanted to leave the whole war behind me, and yet I was seeing something on that battlefield that demanded commemoration. It was unholy ground, but I wanted to thank God for showing it to me. I would never again look at a man without wondering what crimes he was capable of committing. That seemed important to know.

The government enforces a monopoly over the production and distribution of its alleged 'services' and brings violence to bear against would-be competitors. In so doing, it reveals the fraud at the heart of its impudent claims and gives sufficient proof that it is not a genuine protector, but a mere protection racket.

It is a sound interpretive rule...that anything that cannot be accomplished except with the aid of threats or the actual exercise of violence against unoffending persons cannot be beneficial to one and all.

But cruelty is an appetite that grows with feeding

We Italians will kill you," a John Gotti associate once warned a potential snitch over a government wire. "But the Russians are crazy—they'll kill your whole family.