Quotes About Race

There was no way Swanilda could have been black

Jessi is the only black student in the sixth grade)

One of Origen's arguments for the truth of Christianity was that while philosophy had only made the elite good, Christianity had lifted people of all levels of society and of every different type and race to a "philosophical" way of life. . . . Just as male needs female, rich needs poor, white needs black, so intellectuals need the simple. . . . The church is itself when it bridges all these gaps and tensions between people of different kinds.

He didn't want his children to be angry and black, but black and well prepared.

But something had shifted. She pursued it, saying, "My father was a Jew of Venice. 'Tis true: I am of that hated race." He said cautiously, "Much evil is spoken of Jews. But men will speak villainously of anything strange. I am sure they say much that is false.

White supremacy can be enacted in the response to a complaint about white supremacy; you can be dispossessed from a complaint about dispossession.

Becoming the race person means you are the one who is turned to when race turns up. The very fact of your existence can allow others not to turn up.

It is deemed more polite to assume you are white.

In full tumult the great afternoon current raced for Columbus Circle, where the mouth of midtown stood open and the skyscrapers gave back the yellow fire of the sun.

As we go up into the Via Dolorosa, we hear an exciting jingle. Arab boys are racing their donkeys down the hill. You look for sleighs and frost when you hear this jingle-belling. Instead, there are boys stern and joyous, galloping hell-bent on their donkeys toward the Lions' Gate.

When I blessed those three … I saw three hundred, three hundred thousand, thirty million, three billion … white, black, yellow, of all the colors, all the combinations that human love can produce.

Si je voyais du sang, je serais plus tranquille. Ah! J'ai déjà cent fois saisi un couteau pour faire cesser l'oppression de mon cœur. L'on parle d'une noble race de chevaux qui, quand ils sont échauffés et surmenés, s'ouvrent eux-mêmes, par instinct, une vaine avec les dents pour se faciliter la respiration. Je me trouve souvent dans le même cas : je voudrais m'ouvrir une veine qui me procurât la liberté éternelle.

The dumpling-eaters are a race sprung partly from the old Epicurean and partly from the Peripatetic Sect; they were first brought into Britain by Julius Caesar; and finding it a Land of Plenty, they wisely resolved never to go home again.

Why a sooty-faced negro from a distant land should be an element of disturbance between white brothers was a puzzle to me.

The reason we life black people isn't because they're black. We like them because they're not as grey as we are.

But, as a heathen tells us, [54] there is no nation so barbarous, no race so brutish, as not to be imbued with the conviction that there is a God. Even

But, as a heathen tells us,[54] there is no nation so barbarous, no race so brutish, as not to be imbued with the conviction that there is a God.

Should a black woman carrying her "madam's" white baby travel in the "whites only" or the "nonwhites" section of the train? Or would a Japanese visitor who used a "whites only" public toilet be breaking the law? Or what was a bus conductor to do when he ordered a brown-skinned passanger to get off a whites-only bus and the passanger refused, insisting that he was a white man with a deep suntan?

Most important of all, Mandela stated that the way to a negotiated solution lay in a simple-sounding formula: reconciling white fears with black aspirations.

I meant "tribalism" in the widest sense of the word, as applied to race, religion, nationalism, or politics. George Orwell defined it as that "habit of assuming that human beings can be classified like insects and that whole blocks of millions or tens of millions of people can be confidently labelled 'good' or 'bad.

The morality taught by Paul and demonstrated by his converts was in stark contrast to the old, permissive morality of the ancient world. It was unconventional: It showed a love of man irrespective of his race, showed forgiveness instead of resentment for wrong, joy instead of grim endurance of adversity or oppression.

But no one on either side ever forgot that the law was white. Justice might be blind, but the law wasn't. Justice was aspirational, but the law was actual. The law was real. It had uniforms, and weapons. It smelt of sweat and tobacco. It drove a big car with a star on the door. White people had justice. Black folks had the law.

They wanted eternal life; he gave them perpetual motion. It comes to the same thing, for such a race.

A similarity between fishing and this other enterprise was that no matter where along the stream you stood, there seemed to be, just down there, where the stream spilled through a narrow race around stones, or just beyond the tresses of the willows, the perfect spot, the spot you had all along intended to go to.