Instead, I felt numb. I pictured the kids sitting along the length of dark, shiny bench stretching along the wall beside me. I wondered how I would explain to them that people they love need to be in a courthouse in the first place. I pictured their faces as they heard the lies and accusations boldly tossed in our direction, all in the name of winning a hearing, truth be damned. I wondered how they would react to watching themselves become lost in the shuffle, forgotten, volleyed about like tools in a system that puts on such a good show of being all about the children yet really uses them to pursue self-interests.
I don’t believe it would make a difference. Once a heart shrinks to the point that you are willing to cut a child’s throat to line your own pockets, no lawyer…or parent…is genuinely human any longer.
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