Quotes About Discrimination

It is not that there is no difference between men and women; it is how much difference that difference makes, and how we choose to frame it.

When you are asked to love everybody indiscriminately, that is to love people without any standard, to love them regardless of whether they have any value or virtue, you are asked to love nobody.

I love black people, but I hate niggers.

I love people of all ethnicities, as long as they're not ugly.

Is there so much love in the world that we can afford to discriminate against any kind of love?

I still think in this country, and this might surprise you, the one thing that George Bush said as president that I do agree with, I love that phrase, "the soft bigotry of low expectations."

Every rich man's house has a servant's entrance.

Solange Gott ein Mann ist, nicht ein Paar, kann das Leben einer Frau, nur so bleiben wie es heute ist, nämlich erbärmlich, die Frau als Proletarier der Schöpfung, wenn auch noch so elegant verkleidet.

Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future, and renders the present inaccessible.

As far as I knew white women were never lonely, except in books. White men adored them, Black men desired them and Black women worked for them.

The"b" word and the "n" word are like poison, whether you take poison from a vial or pour it into Bavarian crystal, it is still poison.

If the pretties were expected to make the supreme sacrifice in order to 'belong,' what could the unattractive female do?

The plague of racism is insidious, entering into our minds as smoothly and quietly and invisibly as floating airborne microbes enter into our bodies to find lifelong purchase in our bloodstreams.

It's another to the body, and it looks like Louis is going down.' My race groaned. It was our people falling. It was another lynching, yet another Black man hanging on a tree. One more woman ambushed and raped. A Black boy whipped and maimed. It was hounds on the trip of a man running through slimy swamps. It was a white woman slapping her maid for being forgetful.

If one was dying, it had to be done in style if the dying took place in whitefolks' part of town.

Prejudice is a burden which confuses the past, threatens the future, and renders the present inaccessible.

Annie, everybody has a policy. In this world you have to have a policy. Now, my policy is I don't treat colored people.

Many members of that early band of twentieth-century pilgrims must have yearned for the honesty of Southern landscapes where even if they were the targets of hate mongers who wanted them dead, they were at least credited with being alive. Northern whites with their public smiles of liberal acceptance and their private behavior of utter rejection wearied and angered the immigrants.

The humorless puzzle of inequality and hate.

Prejudice is a burden which confuses the past, threatens the future, and renders the present inaccessible. I

My race groaned. It was our people falling. It was another lynching, yet another Black man hanging on a tree. One more woman ambushed and raped. A Black boy whipped and maimed. It was hounds on the trail of a man running through slimy swamps. It was a white woman slapping her maid for being forgetful.

She was born poor and powerless in a land where power is money and money is adored. Born black in a land where might is white and white is adored. Born female in a land where decisions are masculine and masculinity controls.

Three black men walked past us wearing airline uniforms, visored caps, white pants and jackets whose shoulders bristled with epaulettes. Black pilots? Black captains? It was 1962. In our country, the cradle of democracy, whose anthem boasted 'the land of the free, the home of the brave,' the only black men in our airports fueled planes, cleaned cabins, loaded food or were skycaps, racing the pavement for tips.

The South, in general, and Stamps, Arkansas, in particular had had hundreds of years' experience in demoting even large adult blacks to psychological dwarfs. Poor white children had the license to address lauded and older blacks by their first names or by any names they could create.