This isn’t a court of justice, son

this is a court of law

The blindfold on lady justice has a rich-people filter.

Aspirational talk isn’t a bad thing.

Justice is blind.

Ideality is not reality though, it is a somewhat useful abstraction, about like any of the sciences; where there is always a scope of application and limitation in the entropy of reality.

The terminology of a Justice system is the primary fallacy. It is a legal system and legislative governance. These are not equivalent. Even the concept of justice is extremely subjective to many factors and perspectives.

If justice isn’t blind, why do we all know what it should be? Because our legal system is the manifestation of justice in our authority structure, and it isn’t doing a good job of living up to the objective principles of justice.

The problem isn’t the ideas of justice, the problem is the judicial branch of government.

It never has been, and if it ever were we wouldn’t have needed all those statues of the chick with the scales and the blindfold as propaganda.

It is blind to the suffering of the poor.

Not much of a shower thought.

Your complaint is that the world isn’t perfect.

The american legal system isn’t about justice

The lady justice monologue from V for Vendetta by Alan Moore seems appropriate:

’ Hello, dear lady. A lovely evening, is it not?

Forgive me for intruding. Perhaps you were intending to take a stroll. Perhaps you were merely enjoying the view.

No matter. I thought that it was time we had a little chat, you and I.

Ahh…I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced.

I do not have a name. You can call me V.

Madam Justice…this is V.

V…this is Madam Justice.

Hello, Madam Justice.

“Good evening, V.”

There. Now we know each other. Actually, I’ve been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you’re thinking…

“The poor boy has a crush on me…an adolescent infatuation.”

I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn’t like that at all.

I’ve long admired you…albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child.

I’d say, to my father, “Who is that lady?” and he’d say, “That’s Madam Justice.” And I’d say, “Isn’t she pretty.”

Please don’t think it was merely physical. I know you’re not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

That was a long time ago. I’m afraid there’s someone else now…

“What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!”

I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn’t it? You thought I didn’t know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything!

Frankly, I wasn’t surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

“Uniform? Why, I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one…”

Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

Well? Cat got your tongue?

Very well. So you stand revealed at last. You are no longer my Justice. You are his Justice now. You have bedded another.

Well, two can play at that game!

“Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?”

Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did!

She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel.

I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know.

So goodbye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman that I once loved.

Here is a final gift. I leave it at your feet.

The flames of freedom. How lovely. How just. Ahh, my precious Anarchy…

“O beauty, ’til now I never knew thee.” ’

Whoosh

Does anyone actually think it is? That’s the ideal, it’s supposed to be aspirational.

What tipped you off?