The crown wants this sentence to be a deterrent. It won’t be. Please take a second to have a good look around the room. When i get taken out of here do you think you’ll have increased anyone’s faith in the system? I am certainly not deterred, I’m just angry.
No matter what my sentence is today, it won’t be about justice. Your system is not about justice. If it was, don’t you think we would have come to you when the G20 decided to set foot here to pursue their obviously unjust austerity agenda? Don’t you think we would have asked for your help when the police started to put up their fences and cages, and randomly arrest whoever they felt like so they could systematically abuse them in the detention centre?
If this system was about righting wrongs, don’t you think we would come to you to hold the rich to account for their abuses against the poor, immigration officials to account for their abuses against people without status, and settlers to account for our abuses against Indigenous people?
We didn’t and don’t come to you. We won’t ever come to you.
It’s origin founded in little more than a middle class student tax revolt against tuition increases, worthy of similar initiatives found along the political spectrum. Resonating with a multitude of voices, each embarks upon the same trajectory to nowhere in search of an audience with power and the collective unconsciousness, where a welcoming committee of police barriers, kettling, and jail for the unfortunate ones are inlaid on a slate transformed into an artificial green space representing the urban landscapes. Their agitated movement betrays the general confinement.