I am forced to halt before the most heart-wrenching and inescapable question.
If sexual crime murders the soul, does the violence inflicted over a span of years within the household, at school, or inside the workplace not murder the soul?
Are the souls truly intact of those who had to endure in solitude for years a purgatory where their hearts sank at the mere sound of a door opening every night, where they wished they would not open their eyes tomorrow, and where their entire bodies were bruised and their personalities trampled? Absolutely not. It is a slow, agonizing gnawing of the soul that ultimately dismantles a human being wholesale—the most cruel manifestation of "murder."
Why, then, are our judicial system and the populace so chillingly numb to the soul-destruction wrought by years of general violence, while focusing their entire sensory network on a specific crime to permit exceptions to the rule? Beneath this severe discrimination lies the arrogance and lethality of a judiciary that salvages only "visible agony" while abandoning "invisible agony" to rot.
The Law’s Incompetence: Failing to Capture a Continuous Hell
The primary reason the judicial apparatus remains paralyzed before years of continuous violence is because the lexicon of the law is optimized exclusively for processing "isolated, singular incidents."
The courtroom demands the delivery of explicit evidence outlining the precise year, month, date, the exact weapon utilized, and the exact number of blows struck. Yet, victims exposed to daily violence over a span of years possess no means to meticulously catalog those hellish days. The exact moment violence mutates into a routine, the human brain—for the sheer sake of survival—blurs and synthesizes those traumatic memories into a vague haze.
Consequently, when one steps into the court, the titanic hell accumulated over the years vanishes into thin air; it is reduced to a mere one or two minor battery cases where physical evidence happens to survive. The judiciary harbors zero interest in how deeply the victim’s soul has been savaged. It merely desires to process "short-term incidents" that can be cleanly severed on paper. It is a fatal incompetence of the law, incapable of capturing a continuous purgatory.
The Silence of the Vulnerable Uninvited to the Public Square
While sexual crime broke down the barricades of the law by securing massive societal solidarity and the spotlight of the media, those who have endured everyday violence for years were never invited to the public square.
An ominous shadow rigidly persists, where domestic violence is still shrugged off as "family discord," school bullying as "immature childish pranks," and workplace harassment as "a failure to adjust to the organization." These manifestations of violence fail to forge a sensational and titanic political frontline like gender conflicts. This is because the media and the political sphere refuse to process the agony of those who bring no votes and generate no clicks into an attractive narrative.
The selective sensitivity of society reaches its absolute zenith here. The tears of blood shed over years by the vulnerable who lack a collective faction to mobilize are thoroughly buried beneath the freezing benchmark of "insufficient evidence"—while an inequitable justice reigns supreme, where crimes that have secured a voice in the public square are salvaged by rattling the very rules of the law.
The Ruin Self-Inflicted by a Judiciary Wielding a Broken Ruler
Ultimately, the judiciary’s logic dictating that "sexual crime is unique, and therefore must allow exceptions" collapses flawlessly before the grand reality of years of continuous violence.
If it were to concede the common-sense truth that every violent crime is covert and every form of violence murders the soul, the judiciary should never have brandished an elastic ruler of "guilt without evidence" within a specific territory to begin with. Watching a tribunal where certain tears attain unique privileges while alternative tears are thoroughly turned away, what the masses experience is not a sense of justice, but a profound cynicism and distrust. The concrete justice extracted by fracturing the rule has returned as a boomerang, thrusting the vulnerable soul—who was already being savaged by violence in another closed room for years—into an even deeper abyss of despair.
The law must weigh the gravity of every soul equitably. A courtroom that allows itself to be overwhelmed exclusively by the narrative of a specific crime, shaking its own scales, ceases to be a courtroom; it is merely an amanuensis of public opinion.
Witnessing the silence of those whose souls were broken in solitude amidst years of continuous violence, I awaken once more, with piercing pain, to how hypocritical and shallow the justice paraded by the judiciary truly is. Every agony is equitably sorrowful, and every destruction of the soul is equitably fatal. Turning a blind eye to that obvious truth, dancing exclusively to conspicuous fury, the scale of a judiciary that has abandoned its principles has already forfeited its function, snapped in two.
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