|If we do exactly the same things, why is my mirror the one caged in a glass?|
Alright, I know it sounds strange that there exists a sentence where unjust is an adjective describing justice. Well the title of this post is very much this strange sentence.
"How on earth is justice unjust?" I know you are asking that.
Well just to be clear, this ain't another poem from my pen. Below, I would tell you the story of two different men and then we can continue talking about our sentence which has the looks of the perfect oxymoron.
Ben is having troubles with his nagging wife, his buddy James isn't faring any better as he stays with a nagging mother and is currently fed up with life.
Faced with similar troubles, the friends decide to visit a bar and douse their sorrows with glasses of gin.
That evening as planned, they both arrived at the bar, each with unshaven beards, each unkempt because there has been no joy within nor time to notice a reflection on a mirror for either man.
When glasses and glasses had been downed and each man duly drunk to the bone, they set out each man seeking his car. Into their respective cars they tumbled, and boom drunk with unsteady visions they began to drive home. But the power of gin was strong that night and both men saw their cars controlled by gin veer off the road, each man's car hit a tree trunk.
The police arrived at each accident scene to discover a wrecked car and a driver guilty of drunk-driving. The only difference that night was that unlike Ben, James had accidentally hit a child who was standing in front of the tree.
Both men are soon before a judge. One man faces life imprisonment, the other man faces only a fine because Ben is charged with drunk driving alone but James is charged with manslaughter as well.
When Ben finally visits James cell with same unshaven beards and an unkempt body, he could finally see his reflection but this time, James was his mirror.
Indeed our reflections are always caged. Either caged by a mirror, or by a water body. It dwells in a world we can never exist in yet it does exactly as we did. It is caged but we are free. "How is that justice, we do the same things but it is the reflection that is behind bars?" Ben weeps as he soliloquises.
Let's look at this critically, both men actually committed the same crime, one was simply unlucky that a carefree child who should have been in bed decided to sneak out of his room to get stolen toys he hid beneath the tree.
The human justice system somehow is biased. Two people can commit the same crime but one man gets more stick than the other. Both men did the same exact things but today one man is free, the other is behind bars for life attempting suicide all along.
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