“I practice law at the most prestigious school. I am trained to get a jury to believe you rape children! Do you always order the same Sno cones next to that elementary school?” asks the pre law student.
“What the hell are you talking about? I don’t rape children!” angrily responds the defendent in the conference room.
“Doesn’t matter How. I just implanted the image of you with children and got them to hear you say the word children. In this world it doesn’t matter what you know, or even who you know. The only thing that matters is what you can prove.” interjected swiftly by the the law student.
“Thank god you are on my team! And, thank god this is only a lawsuit regarding intellectual property. I legitimately almost shit my pants scared right now.”
Three years pass. A failed defense in a lawsuit with prison release eminent, next week. the once harvard student, still stunned by life taking such a wild turn, finds himself in an argument with an inmate.
The prison shower hall is no place for games. It is known as the office place. Where all forms of business is conducted, and finalized. In this meeting, he finds himself at the raw end of an ambush. The Inmate, jelous of his release, plots a scenario to keep him imprisoned. The enemy inmate expresses him self eloquently,
“I do not think you understand the gravity of the situation, Mr. Smith. It does not matter what you say. Even less does it matter what actually happened. What matters is what can be proven and what I want them to believe; and, believe me, I can, indeed, get them to believe anything I wish. So, what you will do is what I say. You are never getting out. You are, however, going to get my smokes and when you return you will owe me three less favors.”
The Prisoner never loses eye contact during this entire dictation. Emotions lose grip on his face, more and more with every second that passes. He is now hardened through prison life. Scars now riddle his once weak stature. Now, bulky, beastly, battle ripened form.
The next few moments pass so quickly, Even a narrative would be sickened to explain the raw violence, sodomization, and domination that had taken place in that following ten minute meeting. It ends with the prisoner standing over top a pile of hamburger meat, that once resembled the disgruntled Inmate. Looking down with the eyes of a calm bear,
“You are absolutely right. It is a matter of what you can prove. Not only did I prove you hold no sway over my future, or my power, but, I also proved that when anyone comes to find any reason to control me again that I have the physical power to over come and over power any resistance in opposition.”
The prisoner hunches over, using his brawny arms. He picks up the once recognizable human body,
” the one thing that holds truth stronger than any words ever shared. Even more than those who claim their right to speak with freedom,
is violence. Raw, pure, truth. If the lying lawyer knew that her lies would be equally met with violence, then would the thief still rob your house?” Calmly spoken with an abrupt drop of the inmate, in his own blood.
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