We are protecting civilians. We are unarmed. We are no threat to you. Please do not shoot.
When you loot or behave violently, you give grounds to those that try to justify illegal police abuse. You become the poster child for them to say, ‘See, we have no choice but to shoot and kill, or use a chokehold, because just look at the way they behave.’
At 21, I discovered repression and injustice. The army would shoot students with real bullets.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring – when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
It seldom happens that a premature shoot of genius ever arrives at maturity.
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
At twelve I was determined to shoot only For honor; at twenty not to shoot at all; I know at thirty-three that one must shoot As often as one gets the rare chance – In killing there is more than commentary.
I do not even hate the Talib who shot me. Even if there was a gun in my hand and he stands in front of me, I would not shoot him.
At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.