One of the most straightforward understandings of justice is equality. Everyone is treated the same, with the same rights and privileges. Simple, really.
When have you encountered a situation when it was not simple at all to decide what was just?
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?