The image of Lady Justice is traditionally shown blindfolded, offering impartial equality to all who stand before her. Which seems like a good idea, but what if those who stand before her have not received impartial justice up to that point?
In what situations do you feel justice would be better served not by impartial equality, but by a vision influenced by the circumstances of those who stand before the law?
Perhaps you’ve felt it as you confronted a major decision—a move, a career change, a divorce, the choice to have a child—that tilted, precarious sensation that nothing is stable or flat or solid, that everything is on the edge of free fall. When you look from the outside, only one thing is clear. You’re not going to be able to stay in that house on the edge for long. Might as well exit through the door as the window.
What helps you find solid ground in times of change?
“Never forget that justice is what love looks like in public.”
―Cornel West
When have you witnessed love looking like justice?
One person seems very small to stand guard over the enormous edifice of Justice. Which means that each of us needs to keep watch.
In what way have you appointed yourself a guardian of Justice?
The story goes that King Solomon dispensed justice by suggesting to two women who both claimed to be the mother of a baby that they cut the baby in half and give half to each. That would be fair. But sometimes there’s a long distance between fairness and genuine justice.
How have you opted for justice over fairness?
