"It's wrong to kill"
About this Quote
Blunt enough to feel like a child’s rule, “It’s wrong to kill” works because Charles Evers is not arguing philosophy; he’s staking out a moral floor in a country that kept trying to negotiate the price of Black life. As an activist who came up through the hard weather of the civil rights era in Mississippi, Evers knew how quickly “context” gets weaponized: self-defense becomes “thuggery,” state violence becomes “law and order,” vigilante terror becomes “a few bad apples.” The sentence refuses all those escape hatches. No footnotes, no carve-outs, no soothing distinction between respectable and disposable deaths.
Its intent is double-edged. On one side, it speaks to nonviolence as strategy and as discipline: if your movement is going to claim the future, it can’t mirror the brutality of the present. On the other, it functions as an indictment of America’s selective conscience. When killing is done by police, by mobs, by war, or by policy that makes early death routine, the culture finds euphemisms. Evers denies the euphemisms their oxygen.
The subtext is grief with spine. Coming from a man who lived in the shadow of his brother Medgar Evers’s assassination, the line reads less like a slogan than a boundary drawn after too many funerals. Its power is in the refusal to entertain the usual bargaining: which deaths count, whose fear is credible, whose violence is “necessary.” It’s a small sentence that forces a large reckoning.
Its intent is double-edged. On one side, it speaks to nonviolence as strategy and as discipline: if your movement is going to claim the future, it can’t mirror the brutality of the present. On the other, it functions as an indictment of America’s selective conscience. When killing is done by police, by mobs, by war, or by policy that makes early death routine, the culture finds euphemisms. Evers denies the euphemisms their oxygen.
The subtext is grief with spine. Coming from a man who lived in the shadow of his brother Medgar Evers’s assassination, the line reads less like a slogan than a boundary drawn after too many funerals. Its power is in the refusal to entertain the usual bargaining: which deaths count, whose fear is credible, whose violence is “necessary.” It’s a small sentence that forces a large reckoning.
Quote Details
| Topic | Ethics & Morality |
|---|
More Quotes by Charles
Add to List






