As I swam out farther that day on my class trip, I began to realize that I was freezing and, the next thing I knew, I was struggling to swim and felt like I could hardly feel my body. My math teacher, who was incidentally my least favorite, ran out, dove in, and carried me out of the water. It was a humiliating experience for a seventh grade girl. It did teach me a lesson about the silent force of the ocean though. The water lulls you with its rhythm, and soothes you with its peaceful sounds. You can swim out farther and farther from the safety of the shore, but because you are floating and surrounded by a womblike embrace, the danger of the ocean is not something you think about or fear.
Tonight, a man who may have been innocent was executed at 11:08 in Georgia. Like ocean waves, the justice system often lulls us into thinking that it is morally motivated and righteously directed. As a safe hold of our society, we might accept this and, like my seventh grade swim a little too far from the shore, we may not notice if we have put ourselves in danger. It is only through the vigilance of people; speaking up, fighting for human rights, peace, justice, and equality that we avoid falling into the trap of waters that seem benign.
Perhaps the only good thing that has emerged from one man's death is how many people stood up and protested a justice system that tonight, seemed broken.
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