Is Justice of Wisdom?



Let us imagine a baby sitting in a large dark brown oak chair before a magnificent oak table, so colossal and dense as to make the baby seem twenty times smaller than it actually is. The baby sits in the middle of a large courtroom filled with wooden benches and people in suits. It is noisy at first with the shuffling of shoes and the cascading of the voices of the attendees, but quiets very quickly as eight people in black robes, stone faced and concentrated on the congregation ten feat before them, enter and elegantly take their seats; they could have done it blindfolded. The distance between them, though, seems far longer, stretching for miles, separating the wise and the fools.
To the baby's left sit four old wise men, their gaunt and worn faces hanging gracefully over stockpiles of letters and words. Their eyes and brows are wrinkled, making the impression on one that the men had always had some writing in front of them. To the baby's right sits four old women, the wisest of their peers, also hunched over grazing the mountains of paper. The courtroom is hot and the smell of perspiration and hot heads fills the room. As the case proceeds all try to contain the appropriate air about themselves, but it is getting hard, people's deepest principles are being scrutinized and leered into. It is a hard day; Justice is being served.
The heat has risen to a sweltering mass which engulfs all attendees, the vote is split. Four of the Justices have voted nay, four yea, it is up to the baby to decide. Called upon to cast his vote the baby looks around with neutrality and gazes at the four men, then the four women. His face is still, showing no discernible emotion, which with the audience so on edge, exactly what they are not looking for. Voices are heard sporadically throughout the benches; "Is he smiling?" "Is he going to cry?" "What will be his reply?" Some even questioned if he was going to say something. One man cried, "This cannot be! He has not paid any attention all day!"
It was true. Through most of the proceedings the baby dozed off, nestling its head between the arm and the back of the chair. For intermittent periods of approximately twenty to twenty-five minutes the baby cried, being silenced after both it's diaper was changed, to be exact, twelve times, and when he was fed from his mother's bosom. His mother had been escorted in by a three-maned police team. She had been quickly notified after the female members of the court realized the baby might desire some milk, and that was the reason he was making such a ruckus.
Previously he had been generally ignored by the crowd, but now all eyes in the courtroom were dead set on him. He was fond of the attention and giggled, but was stopped when one of the justices leaned over and said "Don't be a buffoon, you must cast your vote. This is not a laughing matter."
The baby stared wide eyed at him. The justices face grew redder and redder until he screamed "You dimwitted, egg headed fool! Cast your vote! We will be stuck here all day!"
The baby relieved himself.
The Justice grew pale at sight of such indignation. His lower lip quivered and his arm twitched. A woman towards the back screamed "You had better not!" The justice looked up at his arm, he could see his fist out of the corner of his eye. He immediately retracted his fist and put his head down. The embarrassment he was now suffering was visible in his face, red and boyish looking, he looked around the courtroom as if searching for words to appear above the heads of individuals in the audience.
"How did he get here?"
That was a good question. This was the child's first case, having been bequeathed his position a mere three weeks prior to the case. In the great country where this court existed, the president makes choices that effect a great many things. The President had gotten into a habit of reading before he went to bed every night. For one hour, exactly, he would read books that his wife had bought him at garage sales and flea markets.
The stack of books on his night table at the time of the baby's appointment were all purchased at an estate sale of a very old politician. The old statesman had fought for years to bring statesmanship back to the people of his beloved nation, hoping that through true and loving government that he would bring the people justice. The battles were long and he grew very tired, slowly removing himself from everything that he had once created. He gave up. There was going to be no justice. He packed his things up and went to live in his old manor with his wife and books. The doctors had said he died of cancer, but his last words were said to have been; "Beware they'll kill all of us someday."
The books were filled with words about love, power, and justice. Justice had become an object of great interest to the President at the time, previous to this juncture he had shown little interest in actually studying justice. He knew the right words when he was running for office.
Slowly moving through these books, twenty to thirty pages a night, he started to have questions. He wondered why his fellow countrymen thought so highly of justice but implemented nothing which remotely paralleled the words in these books. Is there no true understanding of Justice? Do my fellow leaders strive to achieve it, remotely and within their own perceptions, undermining one another's justice, and thus the greater justice? Do they even desire to do Justice to one another, or do their interests and understanding of justice skew to a self-serving and predaceous nature? He was wrought with questions that he carried with him for days on end, not being able to take any action in office; what was right and what was wrong?
Suddenly the opportunity had been presented to him; An ancient Justice had just died leaving one of the seats on the nation's highest court. It was up to him to designate who was going to be the new Justice. Lines of men came flowed outside of his office. Men of great years and learning, staunch, with what would appear to most as just faces.
Men moved in and out of the office, each man having exchanged but a few words with the president. The president saw through their veneer. The justice that they wore on their faces was not justice, but self-assured intellectual superiority. He knew that these men would be no greater than any of the current leaders that surrounded him, so he gave them the time that any man deserves and left them to their life.
After many of these interactions, he left to go for a walk. Walking down the avenue in the shadow of great oak trees he came across a mother strolling with her baby. He glanced at the baby, thinking for a second about how adorable it was. His thoughts could have stopped there, but they did not. He realized, his face filling with elation, that before him lied his solution. He felt like a scientist finally finding the correct compound for his experiment. He would be making history.
The president quickly motioned for his security gaurds to leave him for a second to talk with the woman.
"Hello, how do you do today?"
"Fine", she replied. "Yourself?"
"I need your baby!" he blurted out. The excitement had over taken him, tossing his diplomatic nature to the sharks. "What?! You want my child? Who are you to say such wild things?"
"Well ma'am" He began to say as he regained his confidence, after all he was one of the most important leaders in the world. "I am the president. I would like to appoint your child to be a Justice."
"A Justice!" She said, as naive excitement filled her.
"One of our Justices has recently died, of old age of course, nothing too serious. I need to replace the Justice, and I thought that a baby was an ideal candidate."
"How?! My baby?"
"Well yours was the first I saw. I had been in serious need of a candidate without of all of the preconceived notions and learned Justice that all of my other Justices have. They are old and set in their ways, not making them truly suitable to decide what true Justice is. As we grow older we come to think of right and wrong in black and white, able to see the gray but quickly disregarding it as folly. I need a mind that has been untainted, one that hasn't been warped by this world. I don't know if your baby knows of any Justice. Maybe it's all made up as we grow up, but I have to see. Would you do that for me?"
The woman was hesitant, looking at the baby whose eyes stayed on the tall regal man standing before it, then back at the president. Her eyes shifted at least a dozen times before she finally silently nodded. "Will you take good care of him?" She asked. "Of course ma'am, we will make sure everything is taken care of. The Justices do go home you know."
"Of course" She replied as she softly patted the head of the smiling baby.
In the courtroom the same Judge, who had been told the story of how the baby had gotten his position, starred at the baby. He thought to himself "How can the president, the most important man in the world, play games like this in my courthouse! I worked so hard to get this and this baby gets the benefit of circumstance, it's not fair! It's not Just!" He quickly noticed that the court's eyes were on him mumbling to himself and immediately straightened himself out and looked back at the baby. "Well now that we've been given the story as to explain your appearance here, could you please cast your vote. It really is of the utmost importance. You're vote could change the Justice system."
The baby looked at the Judge wide eyed and giggled.

Would a Play-Doh Society Survive?

Plato's society disregards human error and circumstance, assuming that much of what causes the downfalls man are problems that can be solved by society. The initial flaw in Plato's city is the assignment of work to individuals who's facilities best fit the position given to them. He explains how this, and only this, is the foundation of Justice within the individual. With political and social Justice growing from the roots of the individual Justice that each citizen has, Plato takes a quick assumption that correctly assigning a man to his rightful task is much easier than it actually is. To match a man to his true skill is not easily done. Looking at many of the adults in our life, their success was achieved later in life, if ever. It is only with experience that these people have grown to know their skills and greatest abilities. There are examples of a person knowing the career they will pursue very early in life, but even then one can question the validity of their choice; how can this person know that this work will be best suited for them? They may well accomplish a great deal and be very successful, but who is to say that they would not have succeeded at something else to a far greater extent? With a plethora of possibilities riding on every second of our lives, there cannot be a best path. There can be a true and virtuous one, I do concede, and there is definitely one that is wrong, but there can be no best path. So within the guidelines of Plato's statement that every man should follow the work that is best for him for there to be Justice within him is impossible to achieve with the knowledge that one can always be better at something unknown. We have tried before to make the same designation of labor that Plato's society would  We have given students aptitude tests, which if done correctly, will decode the great mind of a student and project for him his future, but so often the student decides to follow a path completely opposite to the one laid out for him. In Plato's society this would be a problem because they might well get into trouble pursuing something that is not in their nature, but the student has gained new knowledge of himself and his world. The question then becomes, is a man more Just when he has explored the world, learned of new things and witnessed events that have altered his understanding, or is being dutiful to one's society over one's own interests, even if that leads to ignorance and naivety? Look around and witness the millions of people who have pursued the wrong goals and now bring suffering to those around them, they are what Plato's society would never have, but those same people made the decisions they are now suffering from, on their own. If Justice begins with the individual, how can society create the Just civilian?

An Open Letter To Parents

You have done fine. You have lived and have received the graces of this world as anyone else would have. Your actions have spoken, and they have been either accepted or defied by your children, but nonetheless you have shaped, determined, guided the life of your child. We, as children, are you. We have been blank canvases which you have painted upon, in collaboration with living artists we encounter every day. I accept your rule, your ideas, your mistakes, your successes with open arms. I accept the continuous and unrelenting changes that you have catalyzed in me. I would not be me without you. Surely I can disagree with you, but that dissatisfaction with your rule is only available to me because you have instilled, somewhere in the vast history of my being, moments which are not even recognizable any more, my rebellion against you. You are individual, human, and so to fight your being, rather to act without recognizing the long term effects every moment we as children share with you, would be destructive. But! Even if we do fight, disobey, disagree, act without thought, you are still molding us into the beings we are.
Though, considering that you have this great effect on us, I would suggest that you consider your actions to a greater degree, especially at this point in our lives, when we are exploring independence. We, as teenagers, are changing course, becoming or at least trying to become self sufficient and directed. We swim in murky waters with you, being able to do much of what is necessary in our lives by ourselves, but at the same time being dependent for shelter, food, and occasional help. This pond that we now swim in is new to both of us, but it does not seem to me that we act as if it is. We as people, are reactive, not proactive. Furthermore, we are reactive in the worst way, we judge another person's actions based on what we would have done. 

Your children are not you. They are of you but are not you.

So when your child, swimming in the cloudy waters of independence and self discovery, makes mistakes, I would suggest that your actions be carefully considered. One of the most dreaded words of a child from their parent is disappointment. We do not want, whether biologically or psychologically, to disappoint you, but we will. In our exploration of the world and ourselves we are going to make mistakes. We are going to continue making mistakes until we die, but you will not be here to punish us. The world will be. I am under the impression that besides the countless cases against this, in general things work out. People are good. We are good. We want to do good, for you, for ourselves, and even for humanity. At this point in our lives your words are as good as the rest, so your attempts to rear us are futile. If we are going to do wrong, we will be the only ones to correct it. Your punishments or praise, at this point, are only impediments to our nature. It no longer matters. While we fundamentally don't want to disappoint you, your disappointment becomes less and less potent as we grow older. The only power you have is that you are currently our guardians. It is your duty to consider our position in life, our state of being and mind, and while it is also your duty not to let us destroy ourselves, many of your actions for our self preservation in your world are now misguided. I can only hope to beseech to you the knowledge that our rebellion is not against YOU, it is against anyone who limits and controls the gateways to our independence, which at this point is you. All that is available to you at this point is the hope or knowledge that your years of raising us, when it did in fact matter, have instilled in us the ability to see right and wrong, to do good, to be good for ourselves and others. We are becoming adults, and it's a strange thing to witness.


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XoXo

Civiks.

Mankind is a unruly beast. Our actions allude to a great instability in our true nature. Are we good, or are we evil? Looking at a very recent event, the bombing of the Boston Marathon, it would be hard to say that we are good, but within the same devastating moments emerged heroes, men and women who sacrificed their own security to save people they didn't even know. The division between people's own perception of man's nature of good or evil is identifiable within our own media. What has been looked at? The devastation, the recklessness, the horror. Sure there are a few moments given to the heroes, but that doesn't sell as well as pain. Man isn't interested in his own saviors, but rather what could cause his demise. Consistently we are  drawn to discuss reasons for the bad as if there is a solution. It is a problem which is so unfathomable and unpreventable that it is rarely even considered. Man commits evil because there exists evil in all men . As is said about the Lutheran Church's belief in man's nature "You're born a sinner. You live a sinner. You die a sinner." The only solution to this fundamental nature of man, is to outline rules. The ten commandments bring forth proclamations telling God's people what they should and should not do. As the creators of the bible saw, and we see today, man needs to be told what to do. In the pre-school classroom, in high school, in adulthood, there exists overarching ideas of what one is supposed to do.  While our existence is completely individual, it has been thousands of years since man has lived completely on his own. Community is the way of life for us, and because of this we must lay down the law. Disobeying the ten commandments lead to death in biblical times, and I am glad to say that we have moved beyond killing for adultery. We have now, in  more intellectually understanding times, laid rules for which we should abide by just because it is for the betterment of all of us. Does this mean that there now exists a sense of community in every individual? No, but we have acknowledged, at least in this nation and other modern nations, the independence of our beings.  As with the bible we can punish, not by death of course, hurting one another, but no longer can we impose upon someone that they must be proactive in the betterment of their community. Civics is an illumination. An illumination of the way in which we should live with one another. Created over long periods of time, cultural and sociological changes, each community has created undocumented rules that provide a guideline to which every citizen can follow and better his community. Voting, for example, is a considered a civic duty. Citizens of the U.S.A do not need to vote, and there is no punishment if one does not, but voting is participation within our community. It empowers the citizen, giving them a say in the governing of themselves and their fellow man, and because of this participation it is beneficial. Civic duties exist within every community one exists, down to a Chicago block; keeping one's lawn clean and nice is beneficial to all that live on the block. Civics are a guideline for man, a lost and unruly beast. As humanitarians believe there exists good in all of us, it is just that we must tell ourselves how to be good to one another. 

Is Poverty A Choice?

First:
Mankind will generally agree that there should not be suffering, and as a general rule when we have the ability to remove suffering we should. But looking at United States alone, how can we solve a problem when culturally, educationally, idealistically, we are all at fault for the poor? As of now, when discussions of solving the inequities of the current U.S. distribution of wealth come into fruition, there is polarization on almost every point. We all agree that the poor shouldn't be as poor as they are, but when it comes time to find a solution we can't seem to have consensus. This is because we all have different reasons why we think poverty exists. There is consensus that the bottom shouldn't suffer, but it doesn't look like we want to give up our slice of the pie. 

Our school's teachers, who on a general rule fall to the left on our political scale, are part of and support a union who has fought in support of raises and benefits for its teachers for years. Now one would think that if their political affiliation and their beliefs were true and prudent, they would use their collective not only for themselves but for the injustices that break the families living in homeless shelters across the nation. Utilizing their power and influence in this city not for higher wages and more benefits but for the betterment of the people who their elected politicians say they will help but never really do. But like their political counterparts they are greedy with their time and money. They are self Righteous. 

The men who sit in the brokers chairs up in the towers that face to the northeast of my school claim that they have the solution. They know that the market will take care of all. They trust in the market that is feeding their children steak and parsley. Probably never having even dealt with poverty, you know charity-diners don't usually look as good if people who don't have the glitz come. They have no understanding or regard for those who to them are money wasting burdens who could be working. Like their political counterparts they WANT TO SOLVE THE ISSUE but seem to do nothing.

Now in the ghetto to the west of my school, there are many types of people. There are those that choose to be poor, doing drugs and wasting their time and money seeing no future for themselves. There are those who are trying their damnedest to get the hell out. There are those who are fine scraping by. All of them are living a life that is not even comparably as comfortable the two examples above, but they all seem to have something in common; they act for themselves.

See this is the problem we have everywhere, it's only that the debate over poverty brings it to light; WE ARE SELFISH, NOT SELFLESS. 

MY SELFLESS AND FLAWLESS ANTIDOTE:

I'm am going not going to be the guy that complains and then gives no solution.

Is it society's fault or the individual's?

It is both. We are not perfect. And for Christ's sake of course society is not. We need to support those who are unable to support themselves. The mentally ill, the disabled, impoverished mothers, but we also need to acknowledge that Welfare is corrupting and is not necessary in many cases. Welfare should continue to supplement the employment of those who are employed. Employment is the key to moving out of poverty. Employment utilizes and rewards dedication, timeliness, responsibility, all qualities that much of the ghetto and the underclass need to learn. Unemployment needs to be way shorter to actually create some incentive to work, and if one does not find a job, they can  work for the government at a newly implemented organization which works on all of the factions of American infrastructure. Now we're paying for your ass and getting some work out of it! There are obviously flaws to this plan. Number One being there's a lot of stuff left out, but it illustrates a point. The difference between my plan and many others that I hear is that my plan has ideas that come from both sides. Sure it's biased. I'm human. But it is also open. I listen to everyone's ideas when they speak. I may argue, but I understand that there is no greater validity to my ideas than theirs. I have learned a lot from other people: self-righteous, well read, informed, not one care in the world; if you cast away the shackles of thinking your right, you might actually learn.

XoXo

Let Love Reign On You, 

You American Cowboys.

Malcolm X Transformation

We had discussed in class the necessity of Mr.X to become educated. We were fifty or so pages in the book, but the problem was apparent; this man had anger that was unbridled and spiteful. We came to agreement that education would benefit Malcolm X. Naively we laid out the correct path for Malcolm X to take on his journey to leadership. Now, having read a much greater portion of the book, I see that Malcolm X has done what we wanted him to. This is not a coincidence, it is the acknowledgement by both parties, our class and Malcolm X, that he needed to become as educated as his mind would let him. We both understood the capabilities of his mind. We both understood his limitations. 

In prison he reforms. His case should be one of celebration for the penitentiary system, introducing him to a new lifestyle, one which would be culturally considered a vast improvement. He begins his route en becoming an educated man. As Artem Potemkin writes "He got mad at himself for being so inadequate that he could not write a cohesive letter in reply to Elijah Muhammad", but this fury is greater than being unable to respond well to a letter. It is what both my class and Malcolm realized, turning us both to frustration; he is smart and just has made the wrong choices. The Nation of Islam, manifests as a solution and goal for Malcolm. Providing him initially with small goals like becoming literate to the point of writing a legible letter and living a lifestyle which is conducive to learning, The Nation quickly spackles the holes which lead to Mr. X's less than fulfilling existence. 


This explains his dedication and complete worship of Mr. Muhammad and The Nation. Together, they acted as a savior to Malcolm in what looks to be like historical-perfect timing. In prison he studies, more aggressively than one would consider "studious", copying the whole dictionary. This is insanity, but it makes sense. X is transforming, he is breaking down the shackles of years of wasted time and life. He has the determination that can only come from complete worship, which seems to happen often after a complete crumbling of one's previous lifestyle; Malcolm finally being arrested after running in fear of being caught for years. Always fear. Always death. Throughout the book he continues to evolve as a man and leader, learning, making other transformations, but arguably this is the most important. He completely changes himself, washing and erasing away habits that take people decades to destroy. He takes the initial leap that will ultimately bring him from black man to black leader. 

Is King Still King?


Yes and No. It's seems that all men of historical significance seem to loose their potency over time. It is not as if the citizens of today have lost the ability to understand what these men and their actions represented, but we can no longer relate to the very specifics of what they did. Martin Luther King Jr has entered into this place in popular culture; a figure and martyr for a time period in American History, who has come to represent an ideal instead of his own history. Today his exact actions represent much less than they did in 1960's racial torn America. With segregation no longer having a physical manifestation such as two public restrooms for each race, much of what he fought for has been won. His words specificity do not have the relatablility they may have once had. 
There exists an appreciation for the in depth and learned history of great leaders like Martin Luther King Jr. who's life is full of events, times, details, which need to be studied to build a comprehensive and enlightened understanding. None the less, this is an appreciation, rather, an affection for history, and fewer people belong to this club. 
For the rest of mankind this lack of specificity has transcended Martin Luther King, like the men who study history, to a new club. As with many other men and women of history, the trivialities of time and location come to represent a much grander concept. To most people today Martin Luther King Jr. embodies the protest of continuing racial inequalities in the United States. Furthermore, globally he has come to be an icon for the brotherhood of all men existing as equals.
His name and image if not charging us with the vitality and confidence necessary to overcome the continuing injustices of man, represent at least a reminder that there comes a time when humans reexamine what is righteous and just. They protest. They fight with everything they have. These are a time for brotherhood. His being, even if only in pictures, text, and recordings continues to give inspiration for a better nation, world, and self. King Is Still King, and will be as long as we remind ourselves of those who represent the good in mankind.