Esra

“The North American situation, while different from the Brazilian one, reflects a similar complexity and ambiguity in the relationship between race and ethnicity. Whereas Brazilians have a great number of terms used to designate people of varying pigmentation, the ‘one-drop principle’ prevalent in the USA entails that people are either black or white, and that ‘a single drop of black blood’ (sic) contaminates an otherwise pale person and makes him or her black. Conversely, ethnic identity in the USA is, as mentioned above, not necessarily correlated with ‘race’. At the same time, African- American identities are associated”
― Thomas Hylland Eriksen, Ethnicity and Nationalism: Anthropological Perspectives

“Simple people with less education, sophistication, social ties, and professional obligations seem in general to have somewhat less difficulty in facing this final crisis than people of affluence who lose a great deal more in terms of material luxuries, comfort, and number of interpersonal relationships. It appears that people who have gone through a life of suffering, hard work, and labor, who have raised their children and been gratified in their work, have shown greater ease in accepting death with peace and dignity compared to those who have been ambitiously controlling their environment, accumulating material goods, and a great number of social relationships but few meaningful interpersonal relationships which would have been available at the end of life.”
― Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, On Death and Dying: What the Dying Have to Teach Doctors, Nurses, Clergy and Their Own Families

“Fakat sayısı çoğaldıkça ölülerin facia-değerleri düşer. (s. 162)”
― Nâzım Hikmet, Human Landscapes from My Country: An Epic Novel in Verse

“I come and stand at every door 
But none can hear my silent tread 
I knock and yet remain unseen 
For I am dead for I am dead 

I'm only seven though I died 
In Hiroshima long ago 
I'm seven now as I was then 
When children die they do not grow 

My hair was scorched by swirling flame 
My eyes grew dim my eyes grew blind 
Death came and turned my bones to dust 
And that was scattered by the wind 

I need no fruit I need no rice 
I need no sweets nor even bread 
I ask for nothing for myself 
For I am dead for I am dead 

All that I need is that for peace 
You fight today you fight today 
So that the children of this world 
Can live and grow and laugh and play 

- The Girl Child”
― Nazim Hikmet