Michael Sata Quotes

The miserable living conditions, the long [work] hours, the universal insecurity, tended to tear down the personality, cheapen the man.

Our sweat and our blood have fallen on this land to make other men rich. The pilgrimage is a witness to the suffering we have seen for generations

I travel around the world, experiencing every language, every religion... some places where there's just no reason to smile, because their lives are so difficult.

Men feel that cruelty to the poor is a kind of cruelty to animals. They never feel that it is an injustice to equals; nay it is treachery to comrades.

It has always been a mystery to me how men can feel themselves honoured by the humiliation of their fellow beings.

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slaver's scars, I am the Red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek— And finding only the same ole stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

The collier women of this village—poor over-toiled creatures who carried up all the coal from underground on their backs by a long turnpike stair inserted in one of the shafts—continued to bear more of the marks of serfdom still about them …

Eviction reveals people's vulnerability and desperation as well as their ingenuity and guts.

What poor people go through, it's amazing they don't do more violent things! If they'd just give you a little dignity, it might help you stand it better. They suffer no heat, no electricity, while you're working, but then you've got to face all the insults, too.

If I had not been discriminated against or had not suffered persecution, I would never have received the Nobel Prize.

To think, I have had more than 60 years of hard struggle for a little liberty, and then to die without it seems so cruel.

There's a difference between someone who's 'harsh' and someone who is 'hard.' Life was hard. You lived in the South, as my grandparents did, and you had to survive. That is hard.

I'd become sort of involved in things that were happening to people. No matter what color they be, whether they be Indians, or Negroes, the poor white person or anyone who was I thought more or less getting a bad shake.

I see my friends, my family, my cousins work all day long for very little money, and if I have this problem of not being able to wall on the streets, it's not a big deal.

I learned compassion from being discriminated against. Everything bad that's ever happened to me has taught me compassion.

In poor countries, the rich and powerful crush the poor and powerless.

Humans are insane. We kill our own people, starve our own people, sell them, work them to death, beat them, don't give them affordable/free/good healthcare, and let them live in misery, while a few of us have - we have all we want. We are evil.

I interviewed dozens and dozens of African women who had endured more hardship and trauma than most Westerners even read about, and they ploughed on. I often openly cried during interviews, unable to process this violence and hatred towards women I was witnessing.

In the north we could not hope to keep the worst and poorest servant for a single day in the wretched discomfort in which our negro servants are forced habitually to live.

There is nothing good to be had in the country, or if there is, they will not let you have it.

Our mothers and fathers want change. They worked all of their lives, but today live in destitution.

I don't hate nobody. I hate certain conditions that are inflicted upon the people - and they're helpless with it.

Beware the ends of the earth and the exotic: the drama is on your doorstep wherever the slums; are, wherever there is malnutrition, wherever there is exploitation and cruelty.

Victorian values meant brutalizing people who were often poor.

Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.