Just or unjust?

In the last days at school, when everyone is preoccupied with packing up their things and parting with their friends, a horrible thing happens. It did not happen at that exact time, it just reached its climax at that time.

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A student at my school, let us call him T, harassed his peers. He spread false information about a classmate of his. She was not the only one, but she was the only one who could be proved to be a victim of him, the other students had nothing to back them up so their cases were dismissed as being made-up. He texted his friends that she had sex with him, in the most elaborate details possible. He even declared that she was pregnant and already had an abortion. How on Earth could that thing happen in a privileged school like mine, anybody could have thought of it? What if somebody by chance read those messages and who is to blame, him or her? He made up those stories all along, and in his stories, he was the victim. Fortunately, his friends could not withstand such stories, abhorred by his greed for sexual acts that they leaked those stories. Almost everyone in my school was shown them, the teachers and those in authority were shown the screenshots. But it did not reach anywhere. You may fall back to the question of drugs involved, honestly, I myself did not know what could have happened with him that turn him into such a vigorous character.

When he was told to apologise to the girls he hurt, how could it be that he kept smiling? Smiling for the publicity he got or smiling for... to say, embarrassing? His victim proposed that she would show her mercy if there are punishments worth his act, if it was only that, I would not have written this blog. The president of my school only gave him petty punishments, which is civic labour and one conduct level reduced, very little in comparison to what he left on his victims. It did not fit everything, of course, the only thing it fitted was our rage. We marched outside the authority office, waiting to get our answer. We got nothing, nothing whatsoever. The president was afraid of frightening him lest he should commit suicide. We are also oppressed as they did not want us to destroy the reputation of our school. But they did not give us a desirable answer. However, I got my answer in the end.

We set our avatar into the symbol of justice, with the hope of supporting the girls. And again, we were oppressed. The case was closed, but it would not end here. Even though I abandoned, I did not give it up. As students, we have no rights, no authority, and no choice. But I believe there is a way. If I whole-hearted want to change this, there's the only way: go back to my study. Do not let my future be destroyed by gossip. "You have a whole life ahead of you" - I tried to assure myself. But I burst out crying, such an emotional boy haha. And I realise, the world is not fair. Not everyone can enjoy justice, since it is at a premium. Everywhere, women's rights are not fulfilled, people's rights are not upheld. But it can be changed, and I believe in myself, as well as other students who grew up with me, together, we can change this, we can make the world a brighter place for the future generation, and also for the present one.

Credit cover photo: avatar from big and memorial event.

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