good and evil

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a satire about a corrupted justice system.

Good Friday, April 16, 2060

“I remember how it all happened. The world meant nothing to any of us. It was just an insane place that we lived in. The Courts stopped doing justice and started running over the innocent. The criminals started to take control. The government says it is destroying the evil that lies among us. Instead, it is protecting only its own and destroying the rest of the people regardless of their innocence. It was an insane world, but I dealt with it. It was the only thing I could do in a world insane as this. Everyone was labeled no matter who they were. Outsiders were evil. Citizens were good. That was how society worked.” I read these words out aloud to myself again and again. All this was hidden behind my back. No more did I thought the world was perfect. It was far from that.


Easter Sunday, April 13, 3000

I walked into the courtroom with a new sense of authority. After years of law school, I had finally claimed a position in the jury. Long ago, people would have been randomly picked for the jury. Later, people realized that original citizens have no idea what they are doing. Now, juries contain citizens trained in law. It is now my burden to establish justice.

The only remaining jury seat was closest to the defendant. I took my seat and eyed the defendant. She was obviously an outsider. She towered over the average person, wearing her tall, black boots. Her jeans exposed her knees with so called “designer holes,” and most of all, her curved, creepy smile made me certain that the defendant was a demon sent straight from hell. Everyone in the jury knew that the defendant was hands down guilty. Outsiders were the villains of the world.

Judge Wayward came into the courtroom, and the Court grew quiet.

“The Court of Biased People will now come to order. Today, the defendant, K.G. Bright, is accused by the government’s bank accountant, F. Angel, of hacking into the government bank system and stealing $4,133,000. We will start with the case of the defendant–if the defendant has any case to make,” declared the Judge.

“I would like to state that the lack of evidence sug...” stated the defendant, standing up.

“We will now move on to the case of the prosecutor,” declared Judge Wayward.

The defendant sat back down while Ms. Angel stood up, her formal suit indicating her worthiness and pride on representing justice.

“The defendant hacked into our bank system many times. She disabled my computer by pouring coffee on it. She hacked into the government’s central banking system and stole some of the money.She corrupted the atmosphere of the bank by playing loud music as a diversion. As you can see, the defendant is a common criminal who needs to be behind bars once and for all. Our streets can never be safe with her free as a bird,” announced F. Angel.

I must confess that her words touched my soul. They had a smooth flow like a butterfly floating in the sky, enticing you to listen to her words with your heart and soul. On the other hand, the defendant’s words were short and sharp like broken glass. Our society changed over the years.  We scoff now at the phrase “innocent until proven guilty.” Therefore, the defendant must be guilty.

“I would now like to cross-examine the defendant,“ announced Ms. Angel. Lawyers were eliminated years ago because they weren’t getting the justice quickly enough, so citizens were able to prosecute anyone they felt committed a crime. The Judge gave her a quick nod, and the defendant was seated in the stand. Long ago, people use to swear on the Bible that they were telling the truth. The Courts don’t do that anymore. Too many people lie because religion does not mean anything to people anymore. The Bible contains so many good principles on paper but not realistic applications to real life.

“Now, Kitty, why don’t you plead guilty? It will make it so much easier on you,” pressed F. Angel.

“You know that I never did it. You have these people wrapped around your finger because of your high class rank,” stated the defendant.

“You have a good imagination, but you aren’t good at telling lies. Plead guilty before it’s too late.”

“There’s a $4,133,000 deposit in your savings account that appeared out of nowhere. I wonder how you got it,” retorted the defendant.

“It’s simple.  I’m a citizen, and you’re an outsider. I got my money fair and square while you stole your money.”

“It’s that simple,” yelled the defendant as she pounded her fist into the witness stand, “You got the money, and I don’t. It shouldn’t matter who you are but who did it. Long ago, there was a little something called equality. Now, there’s nothing but snap judgment.”

“No, there’s now something called common sense. Long ago, the Court system was complex. All the thinking and the process work exhausted the government. Fairness is too difficult to maintain. The world is just so simple. No need to work hard on something so simple. You’re just plain guilty, honey,” shouted F. Angel, her voice booming across the room and her hands closing into fists.

“It’s never that simple. All outsiders aren’t guilty. All citizens aren’t innocent. Our heritage doesn’t control who we choose to be.  What we look like on the outside doesn’t necessarily define who we are on the inside.”

“Everyone was born with a certain destiny, sweetheart. Being a criminal is your destiny,” F. Angel said as she turned to Judge Wayward, “I rest my case.”  

The Judge nodded. Ms. Angel had defeated the words of the demon with words of truth.

The jury was ready to vote when a high-pitched scream filled the courtroom.  A girl, no younger than 10, ran up to the Judge, interrupted the process, and screamed “No! She can’t die! She’s innocent!”

“Get her out of the Courtroom!” shouted the Judge, standing up.

F. Angel stood with a beautiful smile on her face and said, “I’ll take care of her, Your Honor.”

“Very well. The Court will now take a ten minute recess,” said Judge Wayward as he banged his gavel on his stand.

During the break, I walked down the hall to the break room. Nothing much was happening there. It was on the way back to the Courtroom that it happened. I had decided to take the long way around to exercise my legs to keep them from getting numb. The half-lit hallway contained offices which were empty. When I turned a corner, my eyes were shocked with disbelief.

Ms. Angel grasped a heavy, long stick in her hands and was about to swing it into the face of the girl. The girl’s eyes were filled with tears, while a demonic smile was pasted on Ms. Angel’s face. Ms. F. Angel was not an angel, but she reflected where we went wrong, falling as a servant of the Devil.  I wanted to save that girl, but my legs were frozen in place.

Suddenly, a shadow tackled Ms. Angel to the ground. The stick fell onto the floor. The girl was safe. I wondered who was this brave warrior who was able to see through the lies.  

“Run, Rose. Run. I will escape from jail before anything bad happens to me,” said the figure. The girl ran until she disappeared from sight.

“You know you can’t win, honey. Society is against you,” F. Angel stated angrily to the figure.

“I’m not dead yet. The world is insane, but there are still ways of surviving,” whispered the figure, calmly, as she stood up.

“One day, you are going lose! Mark my words!” shouted F. Angel as she struggled to stand up.

“I can’t win them all; I just have to win the important fights.” With those last words, the figure walked down the hallway, away from me.

I ran down the hallway towards the figure. She turned around, and I saw her face. It was the defendant, who once appeared as a demon but was now the true angel.

I sat back on the jury stand with my eyes opened. Discrimination covered the Court’s eyes; innocence no longer matters to anyone. Humanity itself was rare.

All the other people on the jury voted guilty except for me. Everyone's eyes stared coldly at me. Now, I was the Villain–the shadow of Truth.

Submitted: April 28, 2018

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A not-so-difficult to believe dystopian story; in fact similar things seem to happen now only less blatantly. Nicely explained, and an excellent twist at the end with the single juror now seen as the baddie! Good job!

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