As I sat in the Richard C. Lee Federal Courthouse my mind wandered to Cinque, George Jackson , Mumia and MLK . Of course I could also have been thinking of John Rowland and Joe Ganim.
My initial purpose in being in the courtroom was to participate in the investiture of Judge Victor Bolden.
Lifetime appointments can be a sentence or a liberation, but in this case ( all puns intended) a hearty and soulful congratulations and universal shout-out to the new judge. Well deserved to say the least.
Earned to say the least. Worthy to say the least.
It was an honor to be there and these days and all days have vestiges of past, present and future justice dispensations.
We are witnessing the historical remembrance of the ending of the civil war, we recently marched again across the Edmund Pettus Bridge in disguised amnesia of Jimmie Lee Jackson and we continue to try to avoid being hood winked by societal skirmishes in the wild west of Islamic States , rampant bit coins and wings flying during St Patrick's Day in the court of impotent public opinion.
The somber , celebratory and ritualistic investiture of Judge Bolden contained all of the creole contradictions of what we deem " society". This collective word construct where all of us can derive meaning whirls through our communication efforts blasting, whispering , yelling , screaming and crying mantras like, no justice -no peace, all men are created equal, equal rights, pursuit of happiness and endowed by our creator.
Yet these days the common ground of societal understanding has become a quagmire of hot lava.
To be continued !
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