Murder is unique in that it abolishes the party it injures, so that society has to take the place of the victim and on his behalf demand atonement or grant forgiveness; it is the one crime in which society has a direct interest.
(W.H. Auden. Complete Works of Auden Prose, Volume 2; Volumes 1939-1948. University Press: Princeton, 2002. p. 263.)
It’s not going at all how I thought. This trial. I am shell-shocked because I thought it was all done, that there would be some kind of comeuppance or resolution, and now with how things are progressing, I think my friend’s murderer will go free, for a panoply of reasons.
I understand why the justice system is in place. I know the unfortunate opportunities for innocent people to slip through the cracks and be forced unjustly to face the penal system put in place by their peers. I get that completely, and my friend “got it” even more than me. All the way back to Mock Trial and debates in high school, she was a brilliant and tireless advocate for justice across the board; a voice of compassion, tempered by informed reason. Her quick mind could easily separate cases of mettle from the dross. I aspired then, and even more desperately now, to reach her clearheaded level of examining a situation. But, god help me, I cannot brook how those same avenues of help for the innocent conversely work to free the guilty.
The comments are closed on this one. The way things are going in this so-called “trial,” I’m simply way too sick of seeing someone to whom I so totally and always looked up be dragged through the mud — again — to handle sifting through outside opinions. Sorry, guys. This’ll probably get deleted later in the day.
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