We say the law is just, but justice has no meaning without the human behind it.
In the chaos of immigration crackdowns and quiet deportations, I see more legal jargon than empathy, more political ambition than truth. The law was meant to be a framework—not a fortress. And yet, the stories that breathe life into that framework—real lives, real pain—are ignored or erased because they don’t fit one powerful person’s narrative.
Being a lawyer is not a badge of prestige. It’s not about fulfilling a family’s fantasy of status through titles like lawyer, doctor, or engineer. It’s about conviction. It’s about holding a vision for a world your children, grandchildren, nieces, and nephews will live in—and daring to shape it with integrity. Not by clinging to power, but by ensuring the law never becomes a mask for cruelty.
Because when the law is wielded through the wound of a leader instead of the will for justice, it ceases to be law. It becomes theater.
And the facade? It falls.
(Inspired by the movie Saint Judy)
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