Lucid Waking

Archive for February 7th, 2010

Disillusioned Monologue

        Justice no longer has a blindfold and even scale. Her sword is blood stained and her eyes can see and the scale she holds are even just to maintain the illusion that she’s fair, although she’s anything but. I know it’s a very angry, but poetic interpretation of our beloved symbol, but I have had a lot of time to work out my opinion on the subject. I used to be a lawyer, now I work a nine-to-five in a generic office. I haven’t had the urge to go back, not since that trial.
        I was already very vested in the case. My sister was on trial for something she didn’t commit; fingerprint evidence was non existent and every clue was placed so precisely that it was obviously placed to frame her. A less corporeal feeling that my sweet, altruistic, endearing little sister could not possibly have killed three people was perhaps clouding my judgment, but I considered that evidence even though it was almost impossible to use in court (though if Atticus could do it in To Kill a Mocking Bird then I could as well). Yet, the jury could not be swayed and she was sentenced to lethal injection.
Months after her death the killings started again; it was deemed work of a serial killer and the hunt started again. They might have found the criminal, but you never know these days. I received an official apology in the mail, but it’s just an empty gesture to replace something they can never give back.
        I knew the judicial system was flawed when I entered law school, yet I could never figure out how corrupt and judgmental it was until that point. I couldn’t keep working for it because every man and woman I saw was innocent and wrongly accused even when the facts lined up. Logic no longer drove my arguments and most importantly, I had no desire to continue practicing law.
        What can you do when dreams are shattered? I hold my pride and stay away from the subject. It’s not that I prefer anarchy or to have no system at all for such things, but I feel that in the scheme of the future, Justice is just a pretty face among a row of partners who destroy her.

Author’s comments on post 349: I don’t remember where this came from; I have a vague impression that this might have stemmed from a conversation about Dexter, but I’m not certain. Regardless, here it is.