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He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.

Arundhati Roy

How carelessly imperial power vivisected ancient civilizations. Palestine and Kashmir are imperial Britain’s festering, blood-drenched gifts to the modem world. Both are fault lines in the raging international con�icts of today.
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Care Civilization Gift Power Present World
Human rights are fundamental rights, they are the minimum, the very least we demand. Too often, they become the goal itself. What should be the minimum becomes the maximum – all we are supposed to expect – but human rights aren’t enough. The goal is, and must always be, justice.
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Demand Enough Expectation Fundamental Human Justice Right
Wars are never fought for altruistic reasons. They’re usually fought for hegemony, for business. And then of course there’s the business of war.
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Business Reason War
The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling – their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them.
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Break History Ideas Need Power Remember Revolution War Weapon
Terrorism is the symptom, not the disease.
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Difference One Liner Sick Terrorism
Fiction and non-fiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons I do not fully understand, fiction dances out of me. Non-fiction is wrenched out by the aching, broken world I wake up to every morning.
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Break Dance Different Fiction Morning Myself Story Technology Wake Up
The idea of justice – even just dreaming of justice – is revolutionary. The language of human rights tends to accept a status quo that is intrinsically unjust – and then tries to make it more accountable.
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Dreams Human Ideas Justice Language Responsibilty Revolution Right
The trouble is that once you see it, you can’t unsee it. And once you’ve seen it, keeping quiet, saying nothing, becomes as political an act as speaking out. There’s no innocence. Either way, you’re accountable.
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Innocent Politics Quiet Responsibility See Trouble Yourself
Violating human rights is integral to the project of neoliberalism and global hegemony.
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Human Integrity Project Right
Ever since the Great Depression, we know that one of the key ways in which the US economy has stimulated growth is by manufacturing weapons and exporting war to other countries.
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Country Depression Greatness Growth Key Way Weapon
A political struggle that does not have women at the heart of it, above it, below it, and within it is no struggle at all.
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Heart Politics Struggle Woman
If we were to lose the ability to be emotional, if we were to lose the ability to be angry, to be outraged, we would be robots. And I refuse that.
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Ability Angry Emotion Lose Myself
People who promote the free market and growth are far more romantic, and far more ideologically driven and blinded by their vision than somebody who goes in and comments about the beauty of a forest or the stars in the sky.
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Freedom Growth People Romantic Sky Stars Vision
Fiction is truth. I think fiction is the truest thing there ever was. My whole effort is to remove that distinction. The writer is the midwife of understanding. It’s very important for me to tell politics like a story, to make it real.
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Fiction Important Politics Reality Story Truth Understand Wife Writing
Excitement always leads to tears.
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Destination Excitement One Liner Path Tears
When people say “the people” or “the public” as though it’s the final repository of all morality, I sometimes flinch.
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Moral Myself People Reaction

He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.

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