We remain shaken and in disbelief of what happened these days, when we thought we could not continue in free fall, like terminal cancer, one of those that give only a few months to live, Metastases appear to our torment, a case that tears me apart personally, because standing every day in front of “blind justice” is not easy as in the movies, it is not mega-examinations in a perfectly arranged court, where witnesses fall apart just because of the presence of a lawyer into a fine lawsuit, no. , that only happens in series, the truth is cruel, we lawyers bear other people’s guilt and share the pain of those who need our help, of course, we who litigate with the belief that justice is not a prostitute.

‘Let them kill themselves’

It hurts to see how decency and honesty begin to be a sad idealism, it hurts to think how the valuable job of a lawyer has become a smelly mass in which knowledge, talent or the law do not win, but vivacity, corruption and bizarreness. lawyers with gold chains, screams and cars with tinted windows.

It hurts to see how justice is anything but fair, how it is put at the service of crime, it hurts to see that the weapons that should protect us are at the service of those who shoot at us, it hurts to see the earth slip through our fingers like water. , how little by little Creole vibrancy takes over our lives and the doll smoke seller bets on the coming elections.

But it hurts the most that we are to blame, yes, dear reader, you, the neighbor, me, all of us whose eyes roll today when the authorities, policemen, judges, prosecutors and lawyers see it.

“Judges are suicidal”

Every time you hide well behind your license and give a security guard an excuse not to take you to jail for drunk driving, you metastasize.

Every time you ask your lawyer to settle your case at any (monetary) cost, you and your lawyer metastasize.

Every time you congratulate your son because he pocketed the change he was badly given in the shop, because the shopkeeper is stupid and doesn’t make him give it back, you and your little social cancer metastasize, because not only you pollute, but you create a polluter, if you are one of those who, when you find a lost cell phone, turn it off to change the chip, you are a metastasis from which this country is dying.

If you are not outraged by lawlessness, corruption, lies, neighborhood politics, by clowns who believe that being a public official is to serve the people, you are a cancer cell too, if you post on your wall or on his account for “X” the outrage that he feels, but remains the same conformist as always is silent because in the end he knows that to a lesser or equal extent he too would be accused of being an evil cell of this society, you are part of this “colpa nostra”. (OR)