Injustice:

The Class Activity:

On the first day of Philosophy class we were given a prompt. The prompt, in short, stated for us (the students) to think of a time of when we, ourselves, had faced injustice. After thinking long and hard i finally decided to mention the time that I was raped. Without getting into to much details i’ll fast forward to when i was urged to come forward.

My Story of Injustice:

In short, it all started when i was found on the bathroom floor in my rom at my former college campus. I was found with a blade to my wrist. Tears streaming down my face, I was truly ready to end it all. With mixed emotions and feelings I remember distinctly feeling dirty, hurt, naked, stupid and overall disgusted with myself. I had felt so torn, my mind literally felt like it was split in two. One side of me was trying to have compassion for myself. However, the other side was much louder of course. To my surprise the Dean to my dorm had busted in. While she was ultimately shocked and confused she pulled me in and just held me. As the morning came she had me talk to the schools title IX person and they both had urged me to come forward. The title IX individual had mentioned going to a weave program for women, in Napa (close to my school). It is key to note that at the time i didn’t want to go, i didn’t want to seek help. I just wanted it to be over. I knew that if i go i would of had to file a police report. This brought a lot of fear and anxiety because the individual who had raped me was in the Marine Corps. I figured that no one would really care. Sure enough i went, It was there when the Social worker had tried to convince me to talk to a police officer. When the Police Officer came in i remember the feeling of being made out to be the suspect. I was being interrogated i felt like i was asked a million questions. The same questions over and over again. Having to go over the details of what occurred. I felt vulnerable and “naked” again. I was made to feel like everything that happened was all in my head. He asked me if i had lover’s remorse.. I thought to myself first of all what in the hell does that even mean? How in the hell (excuse my language) could i have lover’s remorse over someone i didn’t even know? It was at that point in time I realized nothing was going to happen. The only thing that was occurring was being traumatized again. Once by the perpetrator and then by the officer. I was denied a rape kit, there was no further investigation that had taken place. This was when I had personally faced injustice with the police department. The individuals who are suppose to “protect and serve” failed to do so with me.

The Class Activity Part 2:

The next part of class my Professor had asked for everyone to think of some commonalities of injustice. What exactly does injustice mean to you and to your neighbor. When speaking to my partner we had came up with one sentence each. We then had to merge the two sentences together. By doing those three things we formed “our conclusion” of what injustice meant. Here is what we came up with.

1(Mine): When faced with injustice higher authority tends to dismiss people

2(My Neighbor): Injustice is when higher authority doesn’t support people leaving them feeling unheard.

Our Conclusion: When faced with injustice higher authority tends to dismiss and not support people thus leaving them unheard.