There was no sweet justice for anyone here. It's just another sad case. And no.. life ain't fair. There's always someone better of or worse off. Doesn't help anyone to compare..
And all this rage and anger i see here isn't going to help anyone either, esp not yourself..
I never knew what it was like to have any earthly defender for anything. A father whom would defend and rescue would have been amazing, but instead, mine was too caught-up in worldly rage and using me as the object of said rage. I eventually learned there would be no rescue provided by Batman, SuperMan or the neighbors after hearing my screams through open windows.
I look at this rescue as 'someone having actually rescuing a child.' The term "justice" is not limited to beating the perp. It includes, in its definition scope, the rescue of the child. I have little-to-no tolerance for coddling, understanding or accommodation for the perp whatsoever. They are murderers and ought to be neutralized with extreme prejudice. The "justice" here (IMO) is the rescue and the neutralization. Said "neutralizing" is now the perp's prison sentence.
Prison life will likely be an ultra-violent nightmare for the perp. Ought we not
send him there?
The justice comes from the guy being caught...the boy's agony ending...one more perp off the street.
I'm not equating revenge to justice, or justice to revenge. Sometimes, halting a demon requires human nature. Human nature, in this case, resulted in a violent arrest of the turd.
One of my perps was a 14 (or so) year old boy who raped me. A couple things are clear, however. I've had a really rough life as an alcoholic suffering from major depression. I've drunk myself out of every good job and schooling opportunity I've had. My life is basically a train wreck.
And I found my perp on LinkdIn. He is a well-respected audiologist (a doctor!) in San Francisco, living what is presumably a very comfortable life.
It does not seem fair.
Someone takes a beating. Every time. Every act of evil...they all have their own perch upon which they sit and fester...and infect a life. The negative outcome will manifest and be held by someone.NothingMan:
In your case and mine, the abuse took us off the viable tracks of a good life...sent us careening into a wreck.
Others: I'm sorry some feel it wrong to think of this case as "justice." Maybe "Hooray for a fitting outcome for one perp and....." Eh...I can't even fabricate a rationale to a new definition. All I can do is admire the father and the son for their strength and determination to make their definition of justice happen.
I find that in practice, pacifism
exist on a scale...a continuum of sorts. At one end is beating, murder, violence.
And at the other end we find inaction
. Complete and full inaction
for the wolf. The pain-burden is then placed fully and squarely upon the child if the wolf walks free.***TRIGGER WARNING*** In invisible text. Highlight-over the lines below to read.
So what should the father's reaction have been? Where on the continuum would you land? Would you: 1) beat or kill the perp? 2) Ask him to kindly remove his dick from your son's ass and have him wait on that chair for the police? or 3) Allow him to "finish," offer him a towel and walk him to the door wishing him a good night?Pacifism requires denial and willful ignorance of certain realities!!In the middle-east, right now, there are evil creatures cutting the heads off of children. The only way to stop them is to pass hot bullets through them. There is no other way to stop them. I will not kneel on the sheet of plastic for such creatures. I'd rather stop them.