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Men don't oppress women any more than women oppress men.
I censored myself for 50 years when I was a reporter. Now I wake up and ask myself, 'Who do I hate today?'
For I do not love the oppressed. I love those whom I love, who are always handsome and sometimes oppressed but stand up and rebel
The truth about oppressors is that they are also as fearful as their victims if not suffering continuous panic attacks about losing power
One of the benefits that oppression secures for the oppressor is that the humblest among them feels superior.
No society is complete without some victim, a creature to pity, to jeer at, to scorn or to protect.
What might once have been called whining is now exalted as a process of asserting selfhood; self-absorption is regarded as a form of self-expression ...
Idleness is the heaviest of all oppressions.
Reality, the oppressor's tongue.
I am a victim of introspection.
Ignorance is the supreme oppressor.
Opportunism has suffered the emasculation of being converted into a principle;
Oppressed groups are frequently placed in the situation of being listened to only if we frame our ideas in the language that is familiar to and comfortable for a dominant group. This requirement often changes the meaning of our ideas and works to elevate the ideas of dominant groups.
If you are blaming the oppressed rather than the oppressor you know that something is wrong.
Some of the best art occurs when people are oppressed. That's just what we do as a species when something shakes us up.
Could you free yourself from the chains of the oppressors and learn to live in the beauty of YOU?
Shaming is one of the deepest tools of imperialist, white supremacist, capitalist patriarchy because shame produces trauma and trauma often produces paralysis.
Being a warrior and being a struggler has been forced on me by oppression, otherwise I would have been free to be so much more.
Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
In order to create an alternative an oppressed group must at once shatter the self-reflecting world which encircles it and, at the same time, project its own image onto history.
I try to write about the stuff that torments us all.
Jealousy - the Auschwitz of emotions.
The oppressed grows weightless: doze/n th/rough c/and/or man/aged leg/ions stud/ents
Satirists [10w]
I do best what satirists have always done ~
make enemies.
The greatest humanistic and historical task of the oppressed: to liberate themselves ...
Moderation sees itself as beautiful; it is unaware that in the eye of the immoderate it appears black and sober and consequently ugly-looking
This, then, is the great humanistic and historical task of the oppressed: to liberate themselves and their oppressors as well.
When you feel humiliated or things like that, you either use it as fuel to change or you get covered by it.
Oppression does not make for hearts as big as all outdoors. Oppression makes us big and small. Expressive and silenced. Deep and dead.
Along with our passivity, we're entering a profoundly masochistic phase everyone is a victim these days, of parents, doctors, pharmaceutical companies, even love itself. And how much we enjoy it. Our happiest moments are spent trying to think up new varieties of victimhood ...
Repression in the human psyche is tightly bundled. When it has been pulled out of the sprung package so often it is perhaps difficult to push it back in the box.
Envy, like a cold prison, benumbs and stupefies; and, conscious of its own impotence, folds its arms in despair.
There is no point in lingering on the fallacies of the revolutionaries of unrepression; one could go on and on, but everything would come back to the same basic thing: the impossibility of living without repression.
Repression is sometimes a precious gift our minds offer us when faced with trauma.
If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.
Repress those who complain, rather than address their discontents.
Human beings are so made that the ones who do the crushing feel nothing; it is the person crushed who feels what is happening. Unless one has placed oneself on the side of the oppressed, to feel with them, one cannot understand.
[On journalists:] They are the scavengers of society who, possessing no guts of their own, tear out the guts of celebrities. They have the sycophantic, false enthusing gush of maiden aunts: who are accustomed to being trampled on doormats.
Human beings sometimes find a kind of pleasure in nursing painful emotions, in blaming themselves without reason or even against reason.
Histories are instruments of oppression.
It is the nature of tyranny and rapacity never to learn moderation from the ill-success of first oppressions; on the contrary, all oppressors, all men thinking highly of the methods dictated by their nature, attribute the frustration of their desires to the want of sufficient rigor.
On the surface, everyday life has become much more comfortable than ever before. Yet people still lead lives of quiet desperation. The source of this desperation is repression, a sense that you cannot be what you want to be, cannot feel what you want to feel, cannot do what you want to do.
You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore.
self-deprecatory, to make light of their own situation by
What is jealousy but a reflection of your own failures?
We feign pity when we want to demonstrate our ascendancy over feelings of hostility: but usually in vain. Whenever we notice this,there is an accompanying surge in those hostile sensations.
They have broken the yoke of the oppressor; and this they have done not by fighting but by surrendering.
The greatest weapon in the hand of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.
Oppressed people are treacherous for the simple reason that treachery is both a means of survival and a way to curry favor with one's oppressor.
Among our egocentric sad-sacks, despair is as addictive as heroin and more popular than sex, for the single reason that when one is unhappy one gets to pay a lot of attention to oneself. Misery becomes a kind of emotional masturbation.
Objectification is the female equivalent of emasculation.
Guilt stirs me, but only to self-pity.
It's our own small voice within that is our oppressor; it says we are not worthy and not powerful enough. Our limited beliefs are the real foes we need to fight and conquer.
In an imperialist racist patriarchal society that supports and condones oppression, it is not surprising that men and women judge their worth, their personal power, by their ability to oppress others.
When we oppose oppression, we lift our hands from the collective reins that empower such oppression.
It is startling to see how the oppressed almost invariably shape themselves in the image of their hated oppressors.
Though oppression may give rise to violent and repeated outbreaks, like the convulsions of a man in pain, it cannot mature a settled purpose and plan of regeneration, unless a new notion of happiness is joined to the sense of present evil.
Certain members of the oppressor class join the oppressed in their struggle for liberation.
I read the most extravagant things about people who suffer and depress because of things written about them.
Modern life is given over to immoderation. Immoderation invades everything: actions and thought, public and private life.
I wanted you, precious reader, to feel the pain of the bullied, the neglected, the heartbroken, and the humiliated.
Everyone and everything oppresses me, chokes and maddens me; I am troubled by a crushing physical sense of other people's lack of comprehension.
The oppressors do not perceive their monopoly on having more as a privilege which dehumanizes others and themselves. They cannot see that, in the egoistic pursuit of having as a possessing class, they suffocate in their own possessions and no longer are; they merely have.
Envy thou not the oppressor, And choose none of his ways. - Proverbs 3:31
Truth is on the side of the oppressed.
All victimhood is ego and is not spiritually inspired
Raise your eyes and count the small gang of your oppressors who are only strong through the blood they suck from you and through your arms which you lend them unwillingly.
Support cripples ability, pity smothers courage,
But criticism glistens rusted brilliancy.
Self-pity is the campsite of self-defeat; it is a dark refuge for those parts of us that would rather wallow in what cannot be than dare to explore what is possible.
Why are we smiling when we loathe each other?' 'Why do we sell happiness to the readers of this magazine when we are profoundly unhappy ourselves, the slaves of fame?
In a repressed society, artists fulfil a sense of harking back to instant gratification, or immediate expression, by doing things that function on the edge of society, or outside of what is conventionally accepted.
Feel pity for those with insecurities that rest heavy on their shoulders. They'll take every opportunity to negativity judge others. They speak with a sadness in their voice searching for something, anything to make their life feel just a little bit better.
Self-pity is an ignoble emotion, but we all feel it, and the orthodox critical line that it represents some kind of artistic flaw is dubious, a form of emotional correctness.
The stark nakedness and simplicity of the conflict with which humanity is oppressed - that of getting angry with and wishing to hurt the very person who is most loved.
Joy beats oppression.
I can't censor myself; it's really important for me to say how I feel.
Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.
To be a complete victim may be another source of power.
Each person has unspeakable distress. When I remember the past, annoying, I cry; The reality of today is too cruel, too severe, and doesn't even offer me a dream; Imagining the future brings me yet another kind of tears
I choose to express myself.
If you had one word to describe the root of all this rage, it's humiliation.
Oppressed people, whatever their level of formal education, have the ability to understand and interpret the world around them, to see the world for what it is, and move to transform it.
I promote my own self-hatred.
Stockholm syndrome,
Social media has created a legion of social delinquents, billions of people speaking not their minds but their spleens, venting everything from the gum-cracking snark befitting a hair-twisting mallrat to the froth-flecked rage of a bell tower marksman.
Our task is not to liberate the oppressed, but to liberate the oppressors
Poverty and affliction take away the fuel that feeds pride.
In order to perpetuate itself, every oppression must corrupt or distort those various sources of power within the culture of the oppressed that can provide energy for change.
The greatest joy of the oppressed people, is enjoying his freedom while,
the greatest misfortune of the oppressors is to suffer for the joy of his people.
A second way that oppressed people sometimes deal with oppression is to resort to physical violence and corroding hatred.
when love is eclipsed by power, the somber hues of shame darken life
Oppression breeds the power to oppose it.
Who are the oppressors? The few: the King, the capitalist, and a handful of other overseers and superintendents. Who are the oppressed? The many: the nations of the earth; the valuable personages; the workers; they that make the bread that the soft-handed and idle eat.
Victim fall in love with excuses
I vent through my music. That's the only outlet I have.
Self-hatred leads to the need either to dominate or to be dominated.
In a culture of domination, preoccupation with victimage is inevitable.
Envy of prosperity, confirmers of scourge, desperate of hope. They have a victim in every certain way, a mediator to every heart, and a tear in every complaint.
I have lived a life that has been beautiful and painful at some moments. But I am convinced others can learn how to control a certain kind of rage that bubbles up in many Americans, particularly, but not limited to, women, blacks, and other minorities.
As a film-maker and a poet, I feel it's my duty to be an eye and an antenna to what's happening around me. I always felt a solidarity with those who are desperate and confused and misused and are seeking a way out of it.