|"I'll be your baby tonight..."
April 8th, 2011 at 1:11pm]
'In the grand scheme of things' seems like a strange way to begin a thought, but at some point the words 'in the final analysis' got stuck in my mindset and now everything is either catastrophically regret-making or insignificant in extremis so I suppose typing words in to the internets at large isn't so scary anymore.
Although it does make me wonder whether it's the presence of bad judges or no judges at all that's scary. Bit of the ol' 'is the existence of a corrupt insititution the existence of an institution at all?' or, rather, is it a whole new body that needs to be assessed in relation to the system that it caters to and the alternate, idealized form that it is supposed to be embody, does that have to be mourned and rebuilt into its own right?
Reading about the development of the rule of law system in the UK is basically showing a development from judges being extremely pedantic to being... less so. The form was always important, or that's how it seems. I wonder how many centuries back it was when this wasn't the case. If Millar is supposed to be believed in his implications, it was never the case - not since before Roman times - and that's rather. Brilliant for them, and year awe-inspiringly overwhelming for those trying to study the broken down, opposite-of-pedantic arbitrariness of the Sri Lankan judicial system.
We need our pedants back, basically. Instead, we have sometimes 5 judges sitting through the same case, incredible delays and then (a forserious judgment) completely ignoring the medical evidence from judicial medical officers presented by the prosecutor. I suppose cases against police officers are 'extra terribe' but a normal case takes years and 'justice', such as it can be delivered by the courts at their optimum, is just a laughingstock.
This anthropomorphizing of Justice and tends to lead to a lot of sexist comments, yelling 'whore!' and so on, and yet somehow this exchange between V and Madame Justice is oddly endearing. In substantial substance, not execution.
[V is talking to the statue of Madame Justice atop the Old Bailey]
V: Hello, dear lady. A lovely evening, is it not? Forgive me for intruding, perhaps you were intending to take a stroll, perhaps you were merely enjoying the view. No matter, I thought that it was time we had a little chat, you and I. Ahh... I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madame Justice, this is V. V, this is Madame Justice. Hello, Madame Justice.
V: [as Madame Justice] Good evening, V.
V: There, now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking... "The poor boy has a crush on me... an adolescent infatuation". I beg your pardon, Madame. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you... Albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice". And I'd say "Isn't she pretty?". Please don't think it was merely physical, I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person, as an ideal. That was a long time ago, I'm afraid there's someone else now...
"Madame Justice": What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!
V: I, Madame? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms! Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it! You thought I didn't know about your little fling, but I do! I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.
"Madame Justice": Uniform? Why, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...
V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots! Well? Cat got your tongue? I thought as much. Very well. So you stand revealed at last, you are no longer my Justice. You are his Justice now, you have bedded another. Well, two can play at that game!
"Madame Justice": Sob! Choke! Wh-Who is she, V? What is her name?
V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a Mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that Justice is meaningless without Freedom. She is honest, she makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So goodbye, dear Lady. I would be saddened by our parting, even now, save that you are no longer the woman that I once loved. Here is a final gift. I leave it at your feet.
[V leaves a small heart-shaped chocolate box at the statue's feet. As V walks away, the box explodes, destroying the Old Bailey and the statue]
V: The flames of Freedom, how lovely, how just. Ahh, my precious Anarchy... "O beauty, 'til now I never knew thee".