Quotes About Discrimination

Oh, it's sad, very sad that the old adage has been confirmed for the umpteenth time: "What one Christian does is his own responsibility, what one Jew does reflects on all Jews.

Bonito pueblo el alemán, y pensar que en realidad yo también pertenezco a él! Pero no, hace mucho que Hitler nos ha convertido en apátridas.

Ab Mai 1940 ging es bergab mit den guten Zeiten:...,und dann das Elend fur uns Juden begann. Judengesetz folgte auf Judengesetz, und unsere Freiheit wurde sehr beschrankt. Judden mussen einen Judenstern tragen; Juden mussen ihre Fahrrader abgeben;...Jacque sagt immer zu mir: ,,Ich traue mich nichts mehr zu machen, ich habe Angst, dass es nicht erlaubt ist.

This is a difficult country to look too different in—the United States of Advertising, as Paul Krassner puts it—and if you are too skinny or too tall or dark or weird or short or frizzy or homely or poor or nearsighted, you get crucified. I did. But

That you have one set of rules for yourselves, and another for us

It's actually happening: all sorts of people seen as misfits, dealt with as if they were a disease. And the Germans get away with it, because most people simply can't believe it would ever happen to them.

Either she was admirably at ease anywhere or she suffered from a total lack of discrimination; Liam couldn't decide which.

Calling such people "mulattoes," from the Spanish word meaning "mule," insinuated that blacks and whites, though related, were close to being separate species, as a mule is the offspring of a horse and a donkey.

Por lo que veo —dijo Michiko, bajando la vista hacia su plato—, en Occidente tampoco sienten mucha simpatía por los zurdos.

air hostesses, who, until the 1950s, had to be unmarried white women under the age of thirty-five.

Tuhan menciptakan segala sesuatu untuk kebaikan. Dan untuk kebaikan ini pula dia menganugerahkan kepada manusia kemampuan berpikir; tapi kita manusia kadang-kadang menggunakan kemampuan diskriminasi ini secara keliru. Inilah kejahatan.

Justice, in British India, was far from blind: it was highly attentive to the skin colour of the defendant.

The racism of the colonial state was also reflected in its penal code. The Criminal Tribes Legislation, 1911, gave authority to the British to restrict movement, search and even detain people from specific groups, because their members were deemed to be chronically engaging in 'criminal' activity. This was bad sociology and worse law, but it stayed on the books till after Independence. Worse, its effects were inhumane.

You are holding women to a higher standard than men, he said. Madame used to tell us that this is traditional, for men have usually been the judges, and they put women either in the gutter or on a pedestal. Men have traditionally forgiven one another, for they know and excuse their own failings, but they do not forgive women for falling off the pedestal. (p. 516)

It sucks to be poor, and it sucks to feel that you somehow deserve to be poor. You start believing that you're poor because you're stupid and ugly. And then you start believing that you're stupid and ugly because you're Indian. And because you're Indian you start believing you're destined to be poor. It's an ugly circle and there's nothing you can do about it.

Traveling between Reardan and Wellpinit, between the little white town and the reservation, I always felt like a stranger. I was half Indian in one place and half white in the other. It was like being Indian was my job, but it was only a part-time job. And it didn't pay well at all.

Sharing dark skin doesn't necessarily make two men brothers

Reardan is the rich white farm town that sits in the wheat fields exactly 22 miles away from the Rez. And it's a hick town I suppose filled with farmers and rednecks and racists cops who stop every Indian that drives through. During one week when I was little dad got stopped three times for DWI- Driving While Indian.

Marie felt a sudden urge to smash the glass, break down the door, pull down the building. She wanted to tear apart the world. Mather would have never treated a white student that badly, nor would he have shut the door in the face of a man. At that moment, she wanted Dr. Mather to disappear. She wanted every white man to disappear. She wanted to burn them all down to ash and feast on their smoke. Hateful, powerful thoughts. She wondered what those hateful, powerful thoughts could create.

If you kill a black man, the world is silent. You can hear a garage door opening from twenty blocks away. You can pick up a pay phone and only hear the dial tone. Shooting stars sound exactly like the soft laughter of a little girl in Gasworks Park. If you kill a white man, the world erupts with noise: fireworks, sirens, a gavel pounding a desk, the slamming of doors.

They call me an apple because they think I'm red on the outside and white on the inside.

During one week when I was little, Dad got stopped three times for DWI: Driving While Indian.

We shuffled past white customers who stared at us with hate, pity, disgust, and anger—the Four Horsemen of the Anti-Indian Apocalypse.

It's hard to be optimistic on the reservation. When a glass sits on a table here, people don't wonder if it's half filled or half empty. They just hope it's good beer. Still, Indians have a way of surviving. But it's almost like Indians can easily survive the big stuff. Mass murder, loss of language and land rights. It's the small things that hurt the most. The white waitress who wouldn't take an order, Tonto, the Washington Redskins.