Persistent feeling of injustice from "summary" of Men We Reaped by Jesmyn Ward
The weight of it all, the heaviness of loss, the ache of absence, the burden of grief. It settles on me like a shroud, wrapping me in a cloak of sorrow that I cannot shake. It is a feeling that lingers, a feeling that stays with me wherever I go. It follows me like a shadow, a constant companion in my journey through life. It is the feeling of injustice, a persistent presence that haunts me in the quiet moments, in the stillness of the night. It is the knowledge that my loved ones are gone, that they are no longer here to laugh with me, to cry with me, to share in the joys and sorrows of life. It is the understanding that their deaths were not accidents, not simply tragedies of fate, but the result of a system that failed them, that overlooked them, that ignored their humanity. I see it in the faces of those left behind, in the eyes of the mothers who weep for their sons, in the hands of the fathers who toil to provide for their families. I see it in the streets of my hometown, in the boarded-up houses, in the empty lots where children used to play. I see it in the schools that are u...
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