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“You can bomb the world to pieces, but you can't bomb it into peace. Power to the peaceful.”
― Michael Franti

“Darkness. The door into the neighboring room is not quite shut. A strip of light stretches through the crack in the door across the ceiling. People are walking about by lamplight. Something has happened. The strip moves faster and faster and the dark walls move further and further apart, into infinity. This room is London and there are thousands of doors. The lamps dart about and the strips dart across the ceiling. And perhaps it is all delirium...

Something had happened. The black sky above London burst into fragments: white triangles, squares and lines - the silent geometric delirium of searchlights. The blinded elephant buses rushed somewhere headlong with their lights extinguished. The distinct patter along the asphalt of belated couples, like a feverish pulse, died away. Everywhere doors slammed and lights were put out. And the city lay deserted, hollow, geometric, swept clean by a sudden plague: silent domes, pyramids, circles, arches, towers, battlements.”
― Yevgeny Zamyatin, Islanders & The Fisher of Men

“Insurgence and all forms of evil in a society doesn't describes her as a failure, but vividly shows a lack of love for one another.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“You can spread an ideology only by bombs. Either by real bombs or love bombs (manipulation).”
― Bangambiki Habyarimana, Pearls Of Eternity

“Our grief is not a cry for war.
"That's how New Yorkers feel," the driver said. "They know what bombing looks like, and they know the hell it is. But outside New York, people will feel guilty because they weren't here. They'll be yelling for revenge out of guilt and ignorance. Sure, we all want to catch the criminals, but only people who weren't in New York will want to bomb another country and repeat what happened here.”
― Gloria Steinem, My Life on the Road

“I don鈥檛 know why everyone
is still trying to find out
whether heaven and hell exist.
Why do we need more evidence?
They exist here on this very Earth.
Heaven is standing atop Mount Qasioun
overlooking the Damascene sights
with the wind carrying Qabbani鈥檚
dulcet words all around you.
And hell is only four hours away
in Aleppo where children鈥檚 cries
drown out the explosions of mortar bombs
until they lose their voice,
their families, and their limbs.
Yes, hell certainly does exist
right now, at this moment,
as I pen this poem. And all we鈥檙e doing
to extinguish this hellfire
is sighing, shrugging, liking, and sharing.
Tell me: what exactly does that make
us? Are we any better than the
gatekeepers of hell?”
― Kamand Kojouri

“That's the thing about war: it's never enough to disable the buildings, to blow holes into their middles; instead, they're hit over and over again, as if to pound them to dust, to disintegrate them, to remove them from the earth, to deny that families ever lived in them. But people did live there. And they needed to return, even though there was nothing left to return to except forbidding piles of broken concrete and cable wires sticking out of the heaps like markers of malevolence.”
― Izzeldin Abuelaish, I Shall Not Hate: A Gaza Doctor's Journey on the Road to Peace and Human Dignity

“Selama lebih tujuh tahun aku terpenjara tugas ini. Seperti bom yang hanya menunggu waktu”
― Dian Nafi, Ayah, Lelaki Itu Mengkhianatiku

“All bombing is terrorism.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“How peculiar it feels
to speak about
health care in America
taking care of people鈥檚
health
while our government
bombs
the limbs
off children
in faraway lands.
And starves and imprisons
not a few of them
at home.
How odd
that it seems
not obviously known
that true health care
must mean, at minimum,
deliberate non-harming
of anyone?”
― Alice Walker, Taking the Arrow Out of the Heart

“In 1969 the Khmer Rouge numbered only about 4,000. By 1975 their numbers were enough to defeat the government forces. Their victory was greatly helped by the American attack on Cambodia, which was carried out as an extension of the Vietnam War. In 1970 a military coup led by Lon Nol, possibly with American support, overthrew the government of Prince Sihanouk, and American and South Vietnamese troops entered Cambodia.

One estimate is that 600,000 people, nearly 10 per cent of the Cambodian population, were killed in this extension of the war. Another estimate puts the deaths from the American bombing at 1000,000 peasants. From 1972 to 1973, the quantity of bombs dropped on Cambodia was well over three times that dropped on Japan in the Second World War.

The decision to bomb was taken by Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger and was originally justified on the grounds that North Vietnamese bases had been set up in Cambodia. The intention (according to a later defence by Kissinger鈥檚 aide, Peter W. Rodman) was to target only places with few Cambodians: 鈥楩rom the Joint Chiefs鈥� memorandum of April 9, 1969, the White House selected as targets only six base areas minimally populated by civilians. The target areas were given the codenames BREAKFAST, LUNCH, DINNER, SUPPER, SNACK, and DESSERT; the overall programme was given the name MENU.鈥� Rodman makes the point that SUPPER, for instance, had troop concentrations, anti-aircraft, artillery, rocket and mortar positions, together with other military targets.

Even if relatively few Cambodians were killed by the unpleasantly names items on the MENU, each of them was a person leading a life in a country not at war with the United States. And, as the bombing continued, these relative restraints were loosened.

To these political decisions, physical and psychological distance made their familiar contribution. Roger Morris, a member of Kissinger鈥檚 staff, later described the deadened human responses:

Though they spoke of terrible human suffering reality was sealed off by their trite, lifeless vernacular: 'capabilities', 'objectives', 'our chips', 'giveaway'. It was a matter, too, of culture and style. They spoke with the cool, deliberate detachment of men who believe the banishment of feeling renders them wise and, more important, credible to other men鈥� They neither understood the foreign policy they were dealing with, nor were deeply moved by the bloodshed and suffering they administered to their stereo-types.

On the ground the stereotypes were replaced by people. In the villages hit by bombs and napalm, peasants were wounded or killed, often being burnt to death. Those who left alive took refuge in the forests. One Western ob-server commented, 鈥榠t is difficult to imagine the intensity of their hatred to-wards those who are destroying their villages and property鈥�. A raid killed twenty people in the village of Chalong. Afterwards seventy people from Chalong joined the Khmer Rouge.

Prince Sihanouk said that Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger created the Khmer Rouge by expanding the war into Cambodia.”
― Jonathan Glover, Humanity: A Moral History of the Twentieth Century

“As melancholia replaced the jarring of my invention, I sat.

Unable to breathe in the smog I had created, unable to stand on my betraying legs, unable to howl at the heavens over my sordid soul.

In this inferno, I became paroxysmic, my self-hatred, superparamount, numbness dulling the agony of such a devilish act,

An iron curtain fell upon the surrounding world, or at least what I had left of it to be owned by the laconic eclipse.

All the angels fled, disowning my prayers, the lurid world backed away, leaving me forsaken and detached,

I could no longer hear the bombings, hear them fall, my own fabrication, only the dead air that came after, the intense silence.

Cynical and paralyzed, I realized I had purloined a portion of Hell and given it to the unwilling Earth,

Punishing those I had no right to punish, judging those I had no reason to condemn, destroying cities I had never set foot in.

This is how I became Death, the destroyer of Worlds.”
― Moonshine Noire

“Therm-bombs! Drop 鈥檈m right on us! I been roasted before鈥攊t鈥檚 nothing!”
― Henry V. O'Neil, Live Echoes

“Now I am writing this diary in English, which for me is not the language of intimacy or love, but an attempt at distance and sanity, a means of recalling normality.”
― Jasmina Te拧anovi膰, The Diary of a Political Idiot: Normal Life in Belgrade

“Those bastards have absolutely no regard for history! Why not just bomb the whole city and be done with it?”
― Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

“Before the bus had run another fifty yards on the highway, its destination would be meaningless, and its point of departure changed from metropolis to junkyard.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“she plunged her nose into the fragrant mist, closed her eyes and imagined herself far away, very far away, at one of those Middle Eastern markets that the bombs had reduced to rubble, in one of those gardens that no longer exists except in fairly tales.”
― Christine F茅ret-Fleury, The Girl Who Reads on the M茅tro

“The use of the blockade against Germany to starve large numbers of people to death broke through the moral barrier against the mass killing of civilians. It was the precedent for the 'conventional' bombing of civilians in the Second World War and then for the use of the atomic bomb.”
― Jonathan Glover, Humanity: A Moral History of the Twentieth Century

“Those who actually dropped the bombs were less responsible than the people who took the decisions higher up the chain of command. In modern technological war, psychological responses are poorly correlated with degrees of responsibility. In people further back up the chain, this casual distance reduces the psychological resistance they have to overcome.”
― Jonathan Glover

“I think of myself as a political idiot. Idiot, in ancient Greece, denoted a common person without access to knowledge and information--all women, by definition, and most men. I am unable to make judgments. I see no options I can identify with. Is that normal?”
― Jasmina Te拧anovi膰, The Diary of a Political Idiot: Normal Life in Belgrade

“Presents are delivered from the sky,
in every package a prize, a chance,
to choke, to suffocate, to forget,
yes to forget every last word ever spoken of
man higher in the scale than animal creation,
the gorilla and the tiger being mere beasts
while man has shrines, altars, lights,
books awarding him personal immortality,
books not yet banned nor burned.”
― Carl Sandburg, Selected Poems

“Since almost all of the men were on active duty with the military, very few were available to serve with the Home Guard or as Air Raid Wardens. There were absolutely none assigned to our section, so we had to check our own homes for any unexploded incendiary bombs. Conditions were frightful and complaining didn鈥檛 help. Being on the verge of having a nervous breakdown, one of the women in our building cried incessantly. All of us tried to comfort and help her, but we had our own problems and could do precious little to calm her.
Suddenly huge shattering explosions changed everything! Three bombs fell very close by. They exploded on our side of the street, causing our entire house to be shaken to its very foundation. The explosions were so severe that we thought the window casings would burst, causing the roof to cave in! When the 鈥淎ll Clear鈥� sounded, we dug our way out and discovered that the bombs had hit the three houses right next to ours.”
― Captain Hank, "Suppressed I Rise"

“Does the variety that spice up life include suicide bombing?”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

“We bomb homes, and these people have families -- and the U.S. refuses to apologize for these civilian deaths. The absence of concern makes their actions almost equal to a deliberate targeting of civilians.”
― William Blum

“The USA took a Nazi bombing project and turned it into NASA.”
― Steven Magee

“In the distance
bombs
explode like thunder,
slashes
lighten the sky,
gunfire
falls like rain”
― Thanhha Lai, Inside Out & Back Again

“The Spanish Civil War was the first fought in Europe in which civilians became targets en masse, through bombing raids on big cities.”
― Helen Graham, The Spanish Civil War: A Very Short Introduction

“And there goes that siren again,鈥� grumbled Mr. Clay, putting down his paper. 鈥淛ust as if we haven鈥檛 got Christmas bells, or carolers, or a goose to stuff, we must have an air raid, too!鈥�

This mild tirade was so unlike Mr. Clay that everyone in the room stopped to look at him.

鈥淥h, get along with you all,鈥� he ordered, waving his hands. 鈥淭he boys have convinced me to take the night off, and look where it鈥檚 going to land me 鈥� the Anderson shelter!鈥�

鈥淚t鈥檚 going to be a tight squeeze,鈥� Jozef admitted with a boyish grin.

鈥淲hat you call cozy, yes?鈥� put in Jedrick mischievously.

Mr. Clay grunted. 鈥淰ery cozy.”
― Sarah Brazytis, Through the Darkness

“It's a sad state of affairs when you get used to the sight of blood, glorifying aggression as bravehearted. It's a sad state of affairs when you feel good dressing up for gala, while children are being bombed to death.”
― Abhijit Naskar, World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets

“Maybe this is necessary. Maybe there will be hope when Bush's bombs stop falling. But she cannot bring herself to say it, not when what happened to Babi and Mammy is happening to someone now in Afghanistan, not when some unsuspecting girl or boy back home has just been orphaned by a rocket as she was. Laila cannot bring herself to say it. It's hard to rejoice. It seems hypocritical, perverse.”
― Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns