Injustice is a funny thing. We care about it deeply when it affects us directly, but when it doesn't, we quietly accept it and go about our daily lives. We may feel a fleeting sense of pity or offer our expert advice on how to arrive at a solution to the issue, but we don't really care. Yet we must! I complained about my daughter's first week of school, but do you want to know what injustice really is?
- Injustice is having to dig old newspapers out of a trash can to use as toilet paper.
- Injustice is being raped as a toddler by someone who was told that is the way to "cure" HIV/AIDS.
- Injustice is not being able to send your children to school because you can't afford the uniforms or school supplies.
- Injustice is not being able to get a job because of your skin colour, not having any political representation, and carrying around the stigma of your forefathers' mistakes, forever being the "bad guy" just because of your ethnicity.
- Injustice is being born into a country where you have no future because of your social class.
- Injustice is being sold as a child and sent to work as a sex slave.
- Injustice is being ten years old and being the head of your household, burdened with the responsibility of providing food, shelter and clothing for your younger siblings.