I’ve had a complicated relationship with Jupiter
Justice
I have believed that justice is broken, is fake, is wrong, dead
All along I felt like I was mistaken anyways
And I didn’t know why
But the things that happen within our so called systems of justice are not justice being carried out
Justice speaks for the good of the people as a whole
Not the few who can afford the best talker
We sit behind evidence and stories painted by people who never were in the room but claim to have an exact understanding of what happened at any given moment
We say innocent until proven guilty but we do not actively live that
Our society presumes guilt
Because it wants outrage
So you can rage at the wrong people for a bit
So many circumstances bring about criminals
We never come from the angle that this was a child once who had needs that weren’t met
Mental health problems that weren’t treated
Or the money didn’t stretch
Were they taught not to ask for help?
The worst criminals we treat them like their failing is personal when society bred and raised them
We make them own that failure, sometimes until death
Sometimes to death
No dedicated studies or work into how we can make these broken humans whole again just anger and throw them away and that’s it
We say in the same breath,
Not guilty due to insanity for murder
And a constant revolving door of jail for lesser offenders
Justice is not something that is put in place and left there
If that was the case we’d still be cutting off people’s hands for stealing
Justice is something you strive for
It’s something you fight for
You can’t expect others to carry out justice in your name when they’re beholden to the maiden of cash money
Justice is something you recognise changes as we as a society grow and learn to understand what makes people act how they do
Laws should be made for all of us not just those of us with a horde of numbers
So maybe I’m half right
Justice is dead here
It stagnated in a swamp of wealthy people
But justice is not like humans
It can be revived
It can be fought for at any time
People just need to stop expecting justice from a system designed to treat everyone as a criminal, wrapped within our society’s need for people to be criminals so we can hate them
Written by racists
Our repulsion towards understanding disabilities and mental health
And our disinterest in the plight of the poor
People whose only crime is homelessness become favourite targets of the police
Black people become targets because they’re automatically perceived as dangerous
Even by black cops
Traits of disabled people become proof of impairment
Police yank every person around like they’re an able bodied person who is built to fight
Anxiety is resisting
And people go to jail if they didn’t pay enough money to get the right talker
This sick unspoken societal law
They’re charismatic, so they’re right, right?
It makes me sick every day, knowing how dead Justice is in this place
Tiny victories here and there, but largely just dead
Rising briefly only to be swallowed whole by the sea of injustices being carried in his name that follow
Unheard of
But justice exists
Justice just isn’t what it was sold to us as
Justice is not power
Justice is recognising a problem and working out a solution that helps ensure the problem doesn’t happen again
Justice is seeing how our collective society played a role in the problem and reassessing how people are treated, how things are done, how we assess who needs what and meet those needs
When a crime is committed it’s not just the perpetrator who failed, and throwing them into a world where they have no name and no agency is not the solution
It’s not even a bandaid solution
It makes it worse
Yet we make no real effort to tackle the brunt of what makes crime occur
And let’s not act like rich people don’t commit crime
But obsession with money is treated as a lesser crime than theft
I don’t know where that leaves me exactly
I’d need an army to revive justice
You need a voice to do things
I didn’t see Jupiter in the sky last night
He’s still within my soul
I want him to live
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