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a book.

i've heard about this book for a couple of years now, but never had it in my hands.

someone unintentionally put it in my hands this past sunday so i've started the journey through. be on the lookout for snip-its here and there from me.

i have a feeling it's going to be liberating.


"Because it is a distortion of being more fully human, sooner or later being less human leads the oppressed to struggle against those who made them so. In order for this struggle to have meaning, the oppressed must not, in seeking to regain their humanity (which is a way to create it), become in turn oppressors of the oppressors, but rather restorers of the humanity of both..."

"...Only power that springs from the weakness of the oppressed will be sufficiently strong to free both..."

pg. 44, Paul Freire, Pedagogy of the Oppressed

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