Justice

Twice this last week in Haiti we had incidents that, had they happened in the United States, would have warranted a 911 call.

I have no doubt had the same situations played out in the United States, the police would have come. The responding officer would have surely judged the situation as unjust and worked to find an equitable solution that included at the least reprimanding the wrong-doer and at most arresting him.

But we were in Haiti, not the United States.

And I’m not sure how to explain things like this to Americans who’ve never seen injustice affect their daily lives.

How long, Lord, must I call for help,
but you do not listen?
Or cry out to you, “Violence!”
but you do not save?
Why do you make me look at injustice?
Why do you tolerate wrongdoing?
Destruction and violence are before me;
there is strife, and conflict abounds.
Therefore the law is paralyzed,
and justice never prevails.
The wicked hem in the righteous,
so that justice is perverted.
Habakkuk 1:2-4