“Don’t Come—Your Sister’s Boyfriend Is a Judge,” My Dad Texted—Monday Morning, He Learned Who Really Was

work of making sure the system treated people fairly, of using whatever power you had to protect the people who needed protection most.

My family was learning that now, six years too late.

But I’d known it all along.

And whether they ever truly understood or not, I would keep doing the work. Because that’s what justice required.

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