#slavery

Every time you drink a glass of milk or eat a piece of cheese, you harm a mother. Please go vegan. ↗

— Gary L. Francione

#animal-products #dairy #exploitation #francione #milk

All sentient beings should have at least one right—the right not to be treated as property ↗

— Gary L. Francione

#abolitionist #ahimsa #ethical #francione #moral-imperative

I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. ↗

— Harriet Tubman

#slavery

Detention turned out to be code for slavery. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#slavery

When one is deprived of ones liberty, one is right in blaming not so much the man who puts the shackles on as the one who had the power to prevent him, but did not use it. ↗

— Thucydides

#slavery

Excess of liberty, whether it lies in state or individuals, seems only to pass into excess of slavery. ↗

— Plato

#individuals #into #liberty #lies #only

You are not property. If you choose to leave, no one will stop you. ↗

— Elizabeth Vaughan

#property #slave #slavery #slavery

We had a little slave boy whom we had hired from some one, there in Hannibal. He was from the Eastern Shore of Maryland, and had been brought away from his family and his friends, half way across the American continent, and sold. He was a cheery spirit, innocent and gentle, and the noisiest creature that ever was, perhaps. All day long he was singing, whistling, yelling, whooping, laughing - it was maddening, devastating, unendurable. At last, one day, I lost all my temper, and went raging to my mother, and said Sandy had been singing for an hour without a single break, and I couldn't stand it, and wouldn't she please shut him up. The tears came into her eyes, and her lip trembled, and she said something like this - 'Poor thing, when he sings, it shows that he is not remembering, and that comforts me; but when he is still, I am afraid he is thinking, and I cannot bear it. He will never see his mother again; if he can sing, I must not hinder it, but be thankful for it. If you were older, you would understand me; then that friendless child's noise would make you glad.' It was a simple speech, and made up of small words, but it went home, and Sandy's noise was not a trouble to me any more. ↗

— Mark Twain

#family

Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse! ↗

— Harriet Beecher Stowe

#slavery

Life has been reduced to a series of long periods of boredom in the office punctuated by high-octane “experiences” which you can rack up on your list of things to do before you die. That’s not really living: that is slavery with the occasional circus thrown in. ↗

— Tom Hodgkinson

#life #slavery #experience