This Side of Justice

The more Eve tried to swallow her pain, the more her anger bubbled up inside of her. She struggled to maintain some sense of decorum while sitting less that two feet away from the person that ripped her heart out. Maybe the court wasn't yet convinced of his guilt but she KNEW he had violated her. She lived through every agonizing moment of his brutality and indifference to her humanity. "How insensitive,” she thought of them to ask HER to contain the hurt and grief that HE caused. Was she really expected to be civil in the face of such hostility? The irony was suffocating. In an attempt to restrain herself, she sat on her hands as the state inarticulately made its case. To her, their arguments just did not convey the appropriate level of outrage for the crime committed against her. She wanted to trust the judicial system but her experience told her it was a waste of time. “How can this work for me when it was organized to work against me at every turn?” Justice wasn't blind. It responded to color; most positively to that of green money and white skin. The problem in this case, he had both and Eve had neither.