Karlie

“You are going to be hanged. ‘Tis a very simple matter, gentlemen and honest bourgeois! as you treat our people in your abode, so we treat you in ours! The law which you apply to vagabonds, vagabonds apply to you. ‘Tis your fault if it is harsh.”
― Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

“This is what you will work at: everyone shall become related to one another, so that it will become a single family, consisting of every people on earth; and this is what will unite them, the Good Message and the Power and the Peace.”
― Kayanesenh Paul Williams, Kayanerenkó:wa: The Great Law of Peace

“What is it about Europeans that makes them so magical that they affect other peoples’ rights permanently, like a kind of reverse Midas touch? Why the first European? Why not the first African? Or Maya? Or Chinese? Racism is alive and well in the Canadian legal system: it just hides behind clouds of liberal language and legal sophistry.”
― Kayanesenh Paul Williams, Kayanerenkó:wa: The Great Law of Peace

“This justice must, however be rendered to him. Malevolence was not, perhaps, innate in him. From his very first steps among men, he had felt himself, later on he had seen himself, spewed out, blasted, rejected. Human words were, for him, always a raillery or a malediction. As he grew up, he had found nothing but hatred around him. He had caught the general malevolence. He had picked up the weapon with which he had been wounded. After all, he turned his face towards men only with reluctance; his cathedral was sufficient for him. It was peopled with marble figures — kings, saints, bishops — who at least did not burst out laughing in his face, and who gazed upon him only with tranquillity and kindliness. The other statues, those of the monsters and demons, cherished no hatred for him, Quasimodo. He resembled them too much for that. They seemed rather, to be scoffing at other men. The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends and guarded him. So he held long communion with them. He sometimes passed whole hours crouching before one of these statues, in solitary conversation with it. If any one came, he fled like a lover surprised in his serenade.”
― Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame