Isobelle Carmody Quotes

There will always be those people who are just backward and ignorant. There will always be those people. They need somebody to feel superior to.

What makes equality such a difficult business is that we only want it with our superiors.

Snobbery? But it's only a form of despair.

I try to not be or associate with elitists.

Segregation is that which is forced upon an inferior by a superior. Separation is done voluntarily by two equals.

Suffer women once to arrive at an equality with you, and they will from that moment on become your superiors.

I think there's always going to be some kind of bigotry or some kind of racism. There has to be, because people can't feel that they have any hero qualities unless there's someone beneath them.

This is the snobbery of the people on the Mayflower looking down their noses at the people who came over ON THE SECOND BOAT!

The Jews, I find, are very, very selfish. They care not how many Estonians, Latvians, Finns, Poles, Yugoslavs or Greeks get murdered or mistreated as Displaced Persons as long as the Jews get special treatment. Yet when they have power, physical, financial or political neither Hitler nor Stalin has anything on them for cruelty or mistreatment to the under dog. Put an underdog on top and it makes no difference whether his name is Russian, Jewish, Negro, Management, Labor, Mormon, Baptist he goes haywire. I've found very, very few who remember their past condition when prosperity comes.

When untouchability is rooted out, these distinctions will vanish and no one will consider himself superior to any other.

Superiority and inferiority are individual, not racial or national.

But I've never met a racist yet who thinks he's a racist. That's always the disturbing thing about when we begin to look at ourselves.

People had always seemed to Gertrude rather like the beasts in Animal Farm : all equally detestable, but some more equally detestable than others.

You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.

This is a lesson mankind has not yet learned. We identify, and stratify, and treat persons largely on the basis of their accidental (physical) characteristics, which have no deeper meaning.

A civil right is the most powerful right anybody can have. And people who oppose them are bigots. So you categorize what you want as a civil right, you immediately establish your opponent as a bunch of bigot hayseeds making it easier to defeat them.

The inability to envision a certain kind of person doing a certain kind of thing because you've never seen someone who looks like him do it before is not just a vice. It's a luxury. What begins as a failure of the imagination ends as a market inefficiency: when you rule out an entire class of people from doing a job simply by their appearance, you are less likely to find the best person for the job.

Speciesism is morally objectionable because, like racism, sexism, and heterosexism, it links personhood with an irrelevant criterion. Those who reject speciesism are committed to rejecting racism, sexism, heterosexism, and other forms of discrimination as well.

Never suffer the prejudice of the eye to determine the heart.

Some is more equal than others, as is well known. It ain't that your majority is outnumbered, you're just out-surrounded.

I regard untouchability as such a grave sin as to warrant divine chastisement.

I still have a righteous indignation at injustice, no matter what form it takes. It could be homophobia, it could be white supremacy, male supremacy, imperial arrogance, class subordination or whatever.

From the heart, there is no place in America for hatred or acts of prejudice or violence or anti-Semitism.

The Sneetches got really quite smart on that day. The day they decided that Sneetches are Sneetches. And no kind of Sneetch is the best on the beaches. That day, all the Sneetches forgot about stars and whether they had one, or not, upon thars.