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"Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave room for the wrath of God; for it is written, ‘Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord’” – St. Paul, Romans 12:19-21


“Put your trust in God but… keep your powder dry.” - Attributed to Oliver Cromwell

Two competing philosophies up there… which is best? That question mark can mean only one thing, friends and neighbors…

IT’S PARABLE TIME! Grab a cold one and a bite to eat; this is going to take some time. Listen: Many years ago in New York City a friend of mine was walking along on the prosperous Upper West Side. The dark velvety curtain of night had just started its descent over the town. Seeing the sun go down, leaving in its wake beautiful neon-orange, purple and gold tones, my friend turned west on one of the side-streets heading for the park along the Hudson. He wanted a better view. What he got was something else. In the shadow of a small brownstone building he heard a woman’s muffled cries. His pace quickening – speeding up as much as a man who required the use of a cane could go – my friend went towards the source of the commotion. What he saw when he got closer made his blood run cold. Under the stairs which led up to the building, a scruffy unkempt young man in a ripped t-shirt and grungy denims was attempting to restrain and rape a woman! My friend pulled him from his would-be victim and shoved him firmly to the ground where my friend held him while shouting for someone to call the police (no cell phones in those days…). The police came in what seemed like an instant. They interviewed the woman who was clearly disheveled from the manhandling she sustained. After speaking with her and getting the eyewitness account from my friend, the cops hauled the miscreant off to the station house for processing into the criminal justice system. My friend assured the woman and the police that he will be available to testify should this go to trial.

And go to trial it did. At that trial it seemed to my friend that the perp was not even there. When the Judge opened the trial and the defendant stood up what my friend saw was a shock. No longer the wild animal from the attack several months earlier, here stood a clean-cut young man in a well tailored suit looking for all the world like a corporate lawyer. At first my friend thought the perp was indeed one of the lawyers but as the trial commenced it was clear that this was the man from the attack, only cleaned up mightily.

There was no jury, the defendant having waived his right to a jury trial and decided upon a bench trial where the Judge decides the case.

What happened at the start of the trial gives new meaning to the term “travesty of justice.”

“Who’s the defendant here?” the judge asked.

The now-cleaned up man rose up and said, “I am, judge.”

“Really, the judge huffed, then asked, “do you have a job, young fellow?”

“Yes, your Honor,” the man replied. “I’m a dentist.”

“A dentist!” echoed the Judge. “And this is a rape trial?” he asked incredulously. “Where’s this victim, this woman,” he asked briskly.

The complainant stood up and meekly identified herself.”

“You’re pressing charges against this man?” the judge asked. “I don’t believe it,” he muttered. “I don’t believe it.”

Then he turned to the woman who had been through so much and said, “You shouldn’t be putting this man on trial, this looks like the kind of man you should be dating, for goodness sakes!”

When the Assistant District Attorney attempted to speak, the judge shot her down. “I won’t have this in my courtroom. No, I won’t have – young man, stand up again.”

The man rose and the judge said, “I don’t believe it. I’m dismissing the – no, verdict is not guilty.” And with the loud crack of the gavel it was over. Almost. To pour salt into the wound, he turnedagainto the victim and said, “You really should be dating this man, you know.” Then the Judge got up and walked out of the courtroom. That was that. Just another day at work for the Judge.

My friend sat studying this in utter disbelief. The trial had lasted all of maybe two and a half minutes. The defendant got off without so much as a fine that he would have certainly gotten for littering or double parking.

After allowing a couple of months to pass, my friend was again on the Upper West Side at sundown, but this time he paid no attention to the sun save for the shade its descent provided. In the looming shadow, my friend waited unseen, his heavy walking stick poised in the air. When the young man, the clean-cut dentist, got to the doorway of his building he fumbled with his keys. That's when my friend brought the walking stick down sharply across the crown of the man’s head. Before he even hit the pavement,the man was out cold. My friend waited. After a few seconds, the man roused himself with a horrible moan. As he attempted to get up off the pavement he felt the clean smack of wood hitting his left kneecap, thoroughly shattering it. The pain shot through his whole limp body, a scream, more like a hiss, was all he could get out of his throat before my friend swept the walking stick across the man's Adam's apple, silencing him. Next to go was the other knee and then the lights went out for guy. When he awoke, pain choking his throat, the rest of him wracked with agony, he saw that whatever it was that attacked him, had taken a last shot at his hands. Four fingers on each hand were broken, hideously swollen like over-stuffed gherkins ready to burst. There was nobody around. And he never knew what had happened to him. His life, as he had known it, was now over; as dead as a gaffed mackerel, taken from him by God knows what.

But we know what happened and why it happened.

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Summation: Do you think what my friend did was right or do you think he did wrong? Think about why you believe as you do while you chose your answer. For if you say wrong then perhaps the next page is not for you. It to will seem “wrong.” I strongly suggest that you return to the Home-page or any other page within this site.

However, if you think my friend acted properly, then you will not be quite as swift as others in judging the correctness of the page which follows.

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