“Dear America: Justice”

 

Dear America,


We keep writing more laws. Each one stacked like bricks, tall as courthouse steps, heavy as locked doors.They pile up until they block the horizon. And yet, behind this wall of rules, justice does not always live, its drowning in silence and pretense. 


Laws are written in ink. Justice is written in spirit. Laws can trap us in a “gotcha” game—measuring people by mistakes or “I’ll show you”, not possibilities. Justice asks us to measure with compassion, to weigh the whole of a life, not the worst moment of it.


America, we have become fluent in punishment. We know how to legislate. We know how to prosecute. But do we know how to restore? Do we know how to listen? Do we know how to heal?


Too often, justice is answered with silence—or worse, with lies. We call it fairness when it is only paperwork. We call it truth when it is only politics. We call it law when it is really power.


But real justice—does not bend to convenience. It does not hide in loopholes or grandstanding. Justice walks into the room and asks: What is right? Who has been harmed? How do we make it whole again? How do we restore the one who took? We start by talking, not blaming. 


Dear America, I want to believe you can be more than your codes and statutes. I want to believe that you remember justice is not an outcome of rules, but of courage. It is not born in the courtroom alone, but in our neighborhoods, our schools, our homes.


Laws may keep order, but justice keeps us human.


Sincerely,

Adena M’lynn




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