Chewing On Glass Presents… Justice Unserved…

“It’s really easy when you think about it,” he says in a casual tone. The man across from him tries to get comfortable in the steel chair. “What is easy?” He asks. “The first kill, your first kill,” the prisoner across from him answers. “How could it be easy to kill someone?” He asks looking deep into his eyes. “How could it not? There’s not much to it. Me or them? The choice is easy. Self-preservation. There’s nothing difficult about killing,” he answers in the calmest of ways. The lawyer across from him writes some things down, “Some would beg to differ on your opinion. Some of the very men that surround you now. Many of them are suffering in silence and try to a grip on what they did.” The man unfolds his hands, crosses his arms and leans back as though annoyed by this train of thought. “Guarantee they never killed anyone because they had to,” he says. “You may have me there, but is there any other reason to kill someone? Other then you had too?” He asks. “Stupidity, wrong place at the wrong time, and the list could go on and on,” the prisoner smirks. “What an interesting point of view,” the lawyer across from him comments. “Some choices are not made because they are what you necessarily wanted. Some choices are made for you before you even have time to reflect on them,” the prisoner states. “Are you back peddling?” He asks to no response. “So you are saying. What is it that you are trying to say? That you didn’t kill those people because someone or something made that choice for you, or are you trying to prove to me that your actions though guilty are in fact deserved by the nature of the situation? Because neither of them are going to work. You are neither crazy nor not guilty,” the lawyer says to him.

“Thank you for your honest opinion about what is going on here, but some may beg to differ. Those boys made their own choice when they decided not to run. They made their choice when they raped and kidnapped those girls from their school, and the state made their choices even more clear after they let those boys go for lack of evidence,” the prisoner rambles on. “The families were in the beginning stages of an appeal,” the man states in a loud tone breaking his control over his emotions for only a second. “I am the mother fucking appeal, the judge, and the god damn jury. Don’t you raise your voice to me boy. You haven’t been to hell and back like I have. You haven’t witnessed the true nature of man with your own two eyes like I have. In some instances in life evidence or no evidence justice must be served,” the prisoner slams his hands on the steel table in front of him. “And if by some long shot you have seen the things I have seen then you are too chicken shit to do anything about it like I have. That isn’t my problem,” he finishes. “Violence doesn’t solve anything. We have law and order for a reason,” the lawyer says getting his emotions in check. “Yeah how is that working out for society? Murders, rapists, and God knows what else walking the streets. Look me in the eyes and tell me those boys deserved to live. After what they did,” the prisoner barks. “We don’t know what they did or didn’t do. Couldn’t prove it in a court of law so we had to let them go as a society. We can’t go locking up everyone based on rumored accusation,” the lawyer states in an official tone.

“Rumors? Those boys confessed to everything,” the prisoner says. “I’ve heard the tapes. They were under duress. All you got there is evidence against yourself,” the lawyer lays out. “Oh, so having something stuck where you don’t want is duress now? Odd during their trial they stated those girls wanted what they got. Odd how perception changes the facts,” the prisoner glares. “Very odd. Can’t speak for everyone in the world, but I’m sure most people would agree being brutalized by a ten inch lead pipe isn’t the same as nonconsensual sex,” the lawyer states. “I’m pretty sure some would not agree with that opinion. I didn’t do anything to those boys that they didn’t deserve. Just because they couldn’t take their own brutality. Just because they were weaker than their victims doesn’t mean I didn’t do the right thing,” the prisoner tries to rationalize. The lawyer looks into the prisoners eyes. He sees the madness buried deep within and the justified reasoning that blanks the surface. The lawyer stands up and packs his things. “I’m done in here,” he calls out to the guard down the hall. “Tired of the freak show already?” The guard shouts back. The prisoner crosses his arms, “This is why the system is broken. We imprison those willing to do the right thing. While letting the truly guilty, while letting the evil of this world walk free.” The guard opens the cell and walks right past the lawyer to lean on the table. “What was that freak show?” He asks the prisoner before his body falls right into the steel table with a loud thud. He makes loud gargling noises as he reaches for the pen lodged into his throat.

“You know you may have had a point,” the lawyer states. The prisoner reacts quickly. Grabbing the guard by the head he slams it harder and harder on the table until the guard stops making any noise at all. The prisoner looks up at the lawyer breathing heavy. Hands covered in blood and a look of confusion on his face. “The choices are never easy. Guilty or not guilty they all come down to circumstance. Those boys got what they deserved. You deserve the same opportunities that the state provided them. Only I hope you get away with it. I hope you make the best of what it is that you started. The state will never let you walk free. The state can’t afford for you to be out there. They look past others, but you they never will,” The lawyer states. The prisoner stands there stunned. The lawyer grabs the pen in the guard’s throat and pulls it out. More blood shoots out of the wound. He hands the prisoner the pen, “You are going to need this. To make it look official and all.” The prisoner takes the pen and makes his way out of the cell. Walking past the lawyer, the lawyer says one last thing. “You’re welcome. Not all justice should go unserved.”

Brutal… harsh… dark… twisted… the world is never how it should be… or maybe it is?… violence doesn’t solve violence… or does it?… where is the line?… does it change or blur… at children?… case by case?… does the line change based on an emotion?… how you feel?… who are you in all of this?… an outsider with an opinion?… right or wrong?… the god damn judge and jury?…

It is easy to side with the prisoner… it is easy to side with the lawyer… even without the facts… the choice seems easy… protect the innocent… but who gets to decided such actions?… are we innocent?… are we just in our actions every day?… the law is what we can prove… not what we know… is that fair?… should that be the way we decide the freedom of evil?… I don’t have the answers… because the choices are not easy… they are not clear… because there is no way of knowing anything… unless you were there… a place I hope none of us are ever at… turning a blind eye doesn’t answer anything… lost in our own conclusion…

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