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“They undertook to fight against the Turk under the name of Christ, and taught men and stirred them up to do this, as though our people were an army of Christians against the Turks, who were enemies of Christ; and this is straight against Christ’s doctrine and name. It is against His doctrine, because He says that Christians shall not resist evil, shall not fight or quarrel, not take revenge or insist on rights. It is against His name, because in such an army there are scarcely five Christians, and perhaps worse people in the eyes of God than are the Turks; and yet they would all bear the name of Christ. This is the greatest of all sins and one that no Turk commits, for Christ’s name is used for sin and shame and thus dishonored. This would be especially so if the pope and the bishops were in the war, for they would put the greatest shame and dishonor on Christ’s name, since they are called to fight against the devil with the Word of God and with prayer, and would be deserting their calling and office and fighting with the sword against flesh and blood. This they are not commanded, but forbidden to do.”

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Book:On War Against the Turk
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“The food is ready,” Zil announced to loud cheers. “But we have something more important to do, first, before we can eat.” Groans. “We have to carry out some justice.” That earned a silent stare until Turk and Hank started raising their hands and yelling, showing the crowd how to act. “This mutant, this nonhuman scum here, this freak Hunter…” Zil pointed, arm stretched out, at his captive. “This chud deliberately murdered my best friend, Harry.” “Na troo,” Hunter said. His mouth still didn’t work right. Brain damage, Zil supposed, from the little knock on his head. Half of Hunter’s face drooped like it wasn’t quite attached right. It made it easier for the crowd of kids to sneer at him, and Hunter, yelling in his drooling retard voice, wasn’t helping his case. “He’s a killer!” Zil cried suddenly, smacking his fist into his palm. “A freak! A mutant!” he cried. “And we know what they’re like, right? They always have enough food. They run everything. They’re in charge and we’re all starving. Is that some kind of coincidence? No way.” “Na troo,” Hunter moaned again. “Take him!” Zil cried to Antoine and Hank. “Take him, the murdering mutant scum!” They seized Hunter by the arms. He could walk, but only by dragging one leg. They half carried, half marched him across the plaza. They dragged him up the church steps. “Now,” Zil said, “here is how we’re going to do this.” He waved his hand toward the rope that Lance was unspooling back through the plaza. An expectant pause. A dangerous, giddy feeling. The smell of the meat had them all crazy. Zil could feel it. “You all want some of this delicious venison?” They roared their assent. “Then you’ll all grab on to the rope.”

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Book:Hunger
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“Man, sometimes you are clueless. You don’t even see what’s happening.” He perched himself on the arm of the couch so he could look down at Turk. “It’s not just about freaks. I mean, you’re the guy who thinks of ideas and all, but you’re missing it. You don’t even notice that the whole council is either black or Mexican. See, that’s what’s happening: it’s all these minorities hooked up with freaks.” The wheels in Turk’s mind began to turn slowly. But they were picking up speed. “Jamal’s with us and he’s black.” “So? We use Jamal. He gets us into Albert’s. You do what you gotta do. All I’m saying is, you and me, we’re normal people. We’re not black or queer or Mexican. And we’re the ones digging toilets. How come?” Turk knew the answer: because they had failed in their attempt to take over. But he’d never thought about this new angle. “Astrid’s a normal white person,” Turk argued halfheartedly. “So’s Sam.” “Sam’s a freak, and I think he might even be a Jew,” Lance said. His eyes were glittering. He was showing his teeth, grinning as he talked. It wasn’t a good look for him. “And Astrid? She’s not even on the council anymore.”

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Book:Plague
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“Human Crew had been a group formed to defend the rights of normals against freaks. At least that was the Human Crew line. Most people now saw Human Crew as a straight-up hate group. Lance grabbed Turk’s shoulder and practically yanked him up off the stinking couch where he lay. “Turk, listen, man, listen to me: don’t you see what this means?” Turk did not see what it meant, or at least not whatever Lance thought he should see. Turk mostly disliked Lance. They were friends, kind of, but only because they’d both been with Zil and riding high. And now they were reduced to doing the worst work Albert could find for them: digging slit trenches for kids to go in, and then covering them up when they were full. Cesspool diggers. The Crap Crew, kids called them. And they had to kiss Albert’s butt because otherwise they didn’t eat. They’d been lucky they weren’t exiled. Turk had talked the council out of sending them off to live in the wild. He’d begged, that was the truth of it. He’d convinced them that it was better to find a place for him and the others from Human Crew. He’d put all the blame for the fire on anyone but themselves. Kept saying, “It’s not our fault, guys, not me and Lance and all, we were forced by Zil and Hank. Hank was scary, man, you know that. You know he was a creep and he would have shot us or messed us up.” Turk had whined like a baby. And wept. And in the end convinced that smug wetback Edilio, and especially Albert, that they wouldn’t make trouble anymore, ever again, lessons learned, their lives all turned around now. The Human Crew became the Crap Crew. And harsher names as well. A laughingstock.”

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Book:Plague
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“Dımê Lüya cambaze yena nat sono dot, zof bena sa ke, Dapire itha niya. Selıke darde we, sıtê Dapire kerd fekê ho sımıt, seke sımıt vake: “Ox, na sıtê Dapire çıxaşi weso, hore sımen-nêsımen qe mırd nêben, meste ki hore yen reyna sımen”. Seke Lüye uste ’ra ke dünike ra şêro tever, Dapire peê çêveri ra vejiye ame vake: “Dêma ke tuya yena na tholavê sıtê mı ser, tu ala vınde ez na kerdena tu tore verdan”. Dapire darıya huya de qolê fişte hawara ke purode ro, tavi na helm de Lüye thil bena remena, seke remena, hama dana Lüye ro, dımê Lüye çel beno, destê Dapire de maneno. Lüye cerena Dapire vero, vana: “Dapire, tore odvo ke reyna nin, sıtê tu nêtıren. Gonia ho ken tora, dımê mı bıde mı, ben hore pê çhalp-çhulpê ho ken”. Ma endi nae ‘ra têpia Dapire dımê Lüye qe dana cı, Dapire cıra vana: “Tı su, mıre sıte mı biya, ez ki dımê tu dan ve to”. Teseliya Lüye ke kote, hore terknena sona, sona kune era rae, xêle ke sona, senik ke sona, rae ra raste zu Bıza Kole bena. Bıza Kole Bıza Kole lüye ra perskena vana: “ewru qe çêfê tu çino, dıme tuyo rındeki re seviyo”. Lüye vana: “Bıza Kole! Bıza Kole! Seveno heve sıt bıde mı Sıt ben dan Dapire Dapire ki dımê mı dana mı Ez ki dıme ho ben pê çhalp-çhulpê ho ken”. Bıza Kole Lüye ra vana: “Mı ewru qe thoae fekê ho nê esto, so mıre tene velg bia, hore borine, sıt yeno cızıkunê mı, ez ki sıt to dine” Dara Velgi Narae Lüye oncia kuna era rae, sona, xele ke sona, yena cae de raste zu Darê bena. Dare Lüye ra perskena vana: “ma ve”

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