Meet Justice

A postscript

Tonight I sit on a large hunk of plastic and steel soaring at 500 miles an hour over a dark Indian Ocean. Although I don’t know where I am, or how to get home, or even who I sit next to, I have service and attention just a button- a call- a nod- away. I am recognized as a customer on this plane. As a citizen. As an educated person of value and opinion and potential. If I fail to get off this plane, people will ask questions. People will want to know what happened and why. People will make phone calls and issue complaints- demand answers. People- hundreds of people- will care.

Outside of this cabin, with its’ artificial twinkling stars and 500 channels of interactive television, sit two billion people stretched out beyond the waters and over the horizon. Two billion people who I don’t know. Two billion people who I don’t care to know. Two billion people who I don’t care about.  read more »

DAY 64 – Romania

Rev-o-lu-tion (n) : a dramatic change in ideas and practice.

Revolution. 16 years ago- 1989- was the year it came. Elsewhere in the world, the story was the fall of the Wall. Germany reunited. In Romania, revolution came in the streets- in the square- in the churches. The dictator fell. Tyranny was ended. This was to be the end of the nightmare- and the beginning of the new.

Revolution. This was the melting point; the cold, hardened giant of Communism oppression giving way to the expression of individuality again. The expression of pride in country; the expression of political opinion. The expression of religious practice, the hope for economic prosperity. December 1989- the spring signs of a world of open possibility began to bloom here; a world promising freedom.  read more »