Justace is blind
people dont know what they have untill its gone a fundamental truth of life. because if you have something for all you life then you now no other way and it is just a fact of life nothing more. but when its gone you realise just how vital it was, how importaint, how wonderfull. tell me what does the sky look like? can you describe it to me in every little detail? the grass is it still green and the sky still blue? do the stars still glitter in the pitch black midnight sky? tell me is the sunrise still as magestic as i remember?
i was ten when it happened. i dont remember much just fire and smoke and painpainpain. i remember the burn as my lungs fought for air, the blistering heat as the flames licked at my skin. i remeber i remeber Roderichs smile as he set the fire at the doors, just a well of teen looking for a little thrill. the house should have been empty at that time we had no pets, momma was at work. how was he to know i'd stayed home sick? but i had and i can still remeber his shock and horror as Seychelles, my babysitter, and i screamed as the house colapsed around us. i can still feel the glass shards getting lodged in my hands and face as Seychelles pushed me free of the crummbling room out the window and to the safe crowd below.
when i woke up i found that they had accused a young black woman next door because the cops found a half can of gasolien and a long lighter on her porch and no-one would believe it was Roderich down the road with his desiner shoes, strait a's, and clean shaven looks not when Juanita sat not two yards away a dropout in skimpy threads and tattoos up and down her arms percings in her ears and nose. no to them it was obvious Juanita, who'd never done no harm save give me hot choclet on chilly days so as to keep me warm, was to blame.
for years i spent every hour learning how to live again as Roderich grew up got a job went on with his life became sucsesful and poor Juanita roted in a cell the police so sure of little Roderich innocents they would not listen to evedence. thats when i decided i would become a judge after all if people will look only at the surface and imprison a inocent bystander who did no wrong on looks alone, then mabye it will take one can not see to bring justace back to the fore. after all its said justace is blind.
it sees not gender, class, or age, not race , style, nor religon, it cares not for the intelegence, or usefullness of the suspect, it cares not for carrier, nor wealth; only that the innocent be free, and the guilty charged. it cares not. only that what is the truth be shared.
maybe if that were true we would be going somewere...
maybe justice should be blind.
Sincerly Amilea F. Jones
Nadine: sorry for grammar mistakes my grandmothers computer does not have spell checker and I am bad at spelling please message me with any and all mistakes you see thanks.