George Jackson Quotes

A collection of quotes by George Jackson.

George Jackson (1941-1971) was an African-American activist, author, and revolutionary. Born and raised in Chicago, Illinois, he was deeply influenced by the rampant racism and inequality prevalent in American society during the civil rights era.

Jackson came to prominence while serving a prison sentence for a petty crime. While incarcerated, he became a voracious reader and developed a strong political consciousness. He joined the Black Panther Party and co-founded the Black Guerrilla Family, a Marxist-Leninist revolutionary organization composed primarily of prisoners.

During his time in prison, Jackson wrote prolifically, outlining the oppressive conditions faced by incarcerated individuals and advocating for their rights. His book, "Soledad Brother: The Prison Letters of George Jackson," gained immense attention and became a bestseller. It captured the attention of activists and intellectuals around the world, drawing attention to the plight of prisoners and the broader struggle against racial injustice.

Jackson's outspoken activism and intellectual pursuits made him a target of the prison authorities. On August 21, 1971, he was killed by prison guards during an alleged escape attempt in San Quentin State Prison. His death sparked protests and ignited a greater public debate surrounding prison reform and the treatment of incarcerated individuals.

George Jackson's powerful writings and his unwavering fight against institutionalized racism continue to inspire generations of activists and scholars alike. His legacy endures as a symbol of resistance and the ongoing struggle for justice.

It was as easy as breathing to go and have tea near the place where Jane Austen had so wittily scribbled and so painfully died. One of the things that causes some critics to marvel at Miss Austen is the laconic way in which, as a daughter of the epoch that saw the Napoleonic Wars, she contrives like a Greek dramatist to keep it off the stage while she concentrates on the human factor. I think this comes close to affectation on the part of some of her admirers. Captain Frederick Wentworth in , for example, is partly of interest to the female sex because of the 'prize' loot he has extracted from his encounters with Bonaparte's navy. Still, as one born after Hiroshima I can testify that a small Hampshire township, however large the number of names of the fallen on its village-green war memorial, is more than a world away from any unpleasantness on the European mainland or the high or narrow seas that lie between. (I used to love the detail that Hampshire's 'New Forest' is so called because it was only planted for the hunt in the late eleventh century.) I remember watching with my father and brother through the fence of Stanstead House, the Sussex mansion of the Earl of Bessborough, one evening in the early 1960s, and seeing an immense golden meadow carpeted entirely by grazing rabbits. I'll never keep that quiet, or be that still, again.This was around the time of countrywide protest against the introduction of a horrible laboratory-confected disease, named 'myxomatosis,' into the warrens of old England to keep down the number of nibbling rodents. Richard Adams's lapine masterpiece is the remarkable work that it is, not merely because it evokes the world of hedgerows and chalk-downs and streams and spinneys better than anything since , but because it is only really possible to imagine gassing and massacre and organized cruelty on this ancient and green and gently rounded landscape if it is organized and carried out against herbivores.

Christopher Hitchens