The trial of two of the murderers of Stephen Lawrence picks up again today, following new forensic evidence. A tiny blood spot on the collar of a coat worn by Gary Dobson at the scene, together with several human fibres, with an overwhelming odds of being Stephen Lawrence’s.
Stephen Lawrence was murdered by Gary Dobson and David Norris in 1993. For eighteen years his murderers have been ‘free’. And ‘free’ is the only word I will put in quotes here. For we all know they are guilty.
Is not the point of this case – in the wider sense, beyond the pursuit of justice for a murdered boy – that an overwhelming weight of evidence and of resultant human knowing has been overruled by technicalities?
Is it not the point of this case to demonstrate to us how far courtly “justice” has degraded from something more direct, more inspired, something we might more properly call Justice, when all comes down to a microscopic blood spot and human fibres that may or may not have been preserved properly for 18 years?
What does it mean when our institutes of “justice” must reduce to the microscopic in pursuit of a clincher? Am I being horrendously naive in my thoughts of trial by wise elders – or perhaps young children? Have we fallen too far for such ideals ever to be realised again?
Police corruption, institutional racism, defence of the white sovereignty of England…these things also hang in the balance. But eighteen years is too long. The case is an albatross around the neck of a country that can ill afford excess weight. There should only be five hangings in balance. We, and they, know who they are.
On the other hand true Justice is always carried. The inner lives of these five murderers must be hollow indeed. In choosing to avoid their fate, and abusing the powers of state to do so, they only amplify their reckoning in the great oil press of karma, of action and reaction. And in that dark light I suppose we must again exercise compassion.
For Stephen Lawrence, his spirit surely soars, borne on the great softening of your heart, of a million hearts, of all who look at his picture and see a beautiful young man who died – yes – that we might be saved.
Is this not the way it works? Is this not the holographic meaning of Christ? For the heart to soften and thereby soar on waves of compassion? For all who suffer. For all suffering.