We live in a society of an imposed forgetfulness, a society that depends on public amnesia.
Had it not been for slavery, the death penalty would have likely been abolished in America. Slavery became a haven for the death penalty.
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Angela Davis suggests that the institution of slavery preserved the continuation of the death penalty in America.
In this quote, Angela Davis argues that the historical context of slavery in the United States allowed for the perpetuation of the death penalty, implying that if slavery had not existed, society might have progressed towards abolishing the death penalty much earlier. She highlights the connection between systemic injustices and the legal practices that sustain them, prompting reflection on how historical oppression shapes contemporary legal and moral landscapes.
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This quote could be used in a discussion about the legacy of slavery and its influence on modern justice systems.
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