The nobodies: nobody's children, owners of nothing. The nobodies: the no ones the nobodies, running like rabbits, dying through life, screwed every which way.
Who are not, but could be
Who don't speak languages, but dialects.
Who don't have religions, but superstitions.
Who don't create art, but handicrafts.
Who don't have culture, but folklore.
Who are not human beings, but human resources.
Who do not have faces, but arms.
Who do not have names, but numbers.
Who do not appear in the history of the world, but in the police blotter of the local paper.
The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them.
-----Eduardo Galeano, "The Nobodies"
Quoted in Paul Farmer, "Pathologies of Power," University of California, 2003