Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
NO CLAIM OF RIGHT, NO JUSTICE
NO CLAIM OF RIGHT, NO JUSTICE
Any claim of right must rest upon a rock-hard foundation to be credible. If not, any slippage will usurp its claim.
Without a solid claim of right, rooted in a codex of reliable rubric of proven geometric propensity, then those laws of human governance are a function of myth: being merely raw power that rules by brute force, plain prejudice, naked whim, dissembled mendacity, as oppressors of people.
Such a system is unjust by any moral standard, except the claim of might. By the gravity of its own hypocrisy, such as system must fall on its own.
Such a system is the American legal system, which has feigned to be just, but whose august pretensions have been blasted away by the notorious murders of Trayvon Martin, Michel Brown, Eric Garner, as well as too many others to enumerate yearly.
The Department of Justice Report on the City of Ferguson, Missouri, has forced mass resignations of leading city officials, and the end is not yet. Since there are other "Ferguson's" out there, where black citizens are amerced (fined) for the right to life, these departures, though warranted, are far from satisfying for their harm.
That Trayvon Martin's killer, an armed, gated community "volunteer," would escape his condign punishment without a conviction, owing to Florida's snarky "stand your ground" laws and jury instructions, will stand as immutably in legal history as the verdict in Jesus' trial before Pontius Pilate, when the Jewish priests and Pharisees cried, "Give us Barabas!!" Instead of Christ.
The murder of Michael Brown without an indictment (or an information filed) of his police-killer. The videotaped murder of Eric Garner while held by four police, with no indictment (or an information filed) of his New York cop-strangler or his accomplices; whose "prosecutor" is now running for Congress; where the telltale revealing grand jury records that New York State judge refuses to release, it appears, until after the pending election, stinks like a sodden subway.