#CardboardJustice
We’re in the middle of a war on drugs; and the ‘good guys’ have started playing dirty. I guess, in a sentence is what is happening to my country.
We recently have a new president: a dirty-Harry type who during his candidacy promised to end drugs and criminality in the first 6 months of his term. We’ve just gone through the first month. But even before he took office, dead bodies have been popping up with cardboard signs attached to their chests identifying the victim as a drug pusher. No arrest, no day in court, no lawyers or due process… just a dead body on the street and an entire life summarized with 2 words: Drug Pusher.
I don’t know what’s happening. The reasons why or how or who are muddled. I don’t know if the police is part of it or this is vigilante justice or that drug syndicates are cleaning up their own ranks. What I know is this is not being stopped; and that this can happen to anyone.
“At least you know that something is being done.” a friend of mine comments casually.
“You sit in front of you computer screens lamenting deaths of people you don’t know when you have no idea how hard it is for the people living this life, the life full of poverty and hopelessness. Deaths are not new to us. At least this time the bad guys are the victims.” laments a Facebook user on the periphery of my friends’ list. Smart-shaming — the educated don’t know what they’re talking about.
A university student started a campaign recently by walking around with a cardboard sign on her neck bearing the sign that anyone can be a drug pusher. Last week during the president’s first State of the Nation Address, several students carried their own cardboard slogans ans laid down at the road leading to congress. Slowly, people are realizing that there is a problem with all of this. There is hope.
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