I stand at the precipice of despair, peering into a void where justice should have been. It's been over a 2.5 year since my daughter's life was snuffed out by the cold indifference of an institution that's supposed to heal. Yet, the finality of her loss is not the only thing that wounds me; it's the silence of the legal system, the lack of a warrior willing to fight for her. My overcrowded desk is testament to every refused meeting, every hung-up phone call, and every distant email ignored by the very people who should champion what is right.
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No Money, No Justice
My daughter, Danielle, a name that once danced in the air like a melody, was silenced on October 6, 2021. Among her many struggles, her life was a testament to resilience. But that resilience was snapped under the weight of negligence at Northwell Health. I mobilized, as any grieving parent would, to hold the perpetrators accountable. It seemed simple enough — the story was one of clear disregard, documented to the letter.
Legal representation, they said, is the great equalizer. But in my experience, it's been an empty refrain. I've been told sternly, cruelly even, that my daughter's case doesn't carry the promise of greenback returns. "No money, no justice," they whisper goodbye as they slam shut the phone. My daughter's case is not unique. It highlights a wretched reality wherein the complicity of the legal system with the elite institutions quells the cries for the defenseless, utilizing wealth as a prerequisite for righting the wrong.
The Governor's Veto
What serves to twist the blade in this narrative of despair is the recent event where the Governor of New York, Ms. Hochul, vetoed a bill. The bill, disallowed from entering the statute books, sought to redress the balance by empowering attorneys to take on cases with less-than-monumental settlement prospects — cases like my daughter's. The window that could have cast light on this systemic corruption was unceremoniously shuttered, plunging families like mine into darkness.
The veto is symbolic, a cold reminder that the scales of justice aren't just lopsided — they're tampered with. When I cast my gaze to the chambers where laws are purportedly made, I wonder, in disgust, if these halls are nothing more than a stage, where morality whispers around the sidelines, haunted by the presence of money.
Money Dictates Morals, Morals Dictate Laws
In matters as profound as life and death, the legacy of an inaction-driven legislation is incomprehensible. Money should never precede morals, yet the very construct of our legal framework has upheld this discordant hymn. We are sailing in a tempest-tossed ship where the compass is held by those who are inherently unjust.
Is this the legacy we bequest to our children? In words and idealistic narratives, we exalt the virtue of justice; but in action, we model a society riddled with subterfuge, where the voice of conscience is muffled by the imperious blare of financial gain. In the wake of my daughter's loss, it is not the memory that wounds me deeply, it is the institutionalized denial that compounds the grief.
The Cost of Turning a Blind Eye
The choice to turn a blind eye is costly. It's a choice that says some lives, some losses, some legacies are deemed less worthy of defense. It carves a graven image of our society, one that renders justice a commodity rather than a collective right.
Justice Unattained, Law Unshackled
Ultimately, my narrative is one not just of personal grief but a microcosm of a society where the pursuit of law has become unshackled from the passion of justice. Attorneys swear an oath to represent the innocent, the wronged, and the voiceless. Yet, that noble charge is being watered down into a perfunctory duty that corridors of power fulfill with tokenism, rather than an obligation entrenched in the values and virtues of the profession.
Where is the justice for crimes unchecked and unchallenged? Where is the guiding principle upon which the scales are so precariously balanced? The bedrock philosophy we so often celebrate in our constitutional narratives has been eroded to the point of dereliction, where the very legal system meant to safeguard our pursuit of life, liberty, and happiness becomes a cold tool of social stratification and oppression.
Memories Lost and Futures Unfulfilled
Recollections of my daughter flood in; she was the sun where there was darkness, and the laughter where there were tears. A future that she was denied unfurls as a tangible heartbeat now silenced. I am struck by the overwhelming sense of injustice that rises like a tide – uncontainable, unassailable, yet hopelessly unrequited.
In the song of my youth, "Pass the Dutchie," the lyrics whimsically implored to pass a Jamaican pot with its contents on the left, but it became an anthem for the ignorance of the evening's subtly mournful pursuers. Is the script of our laws being passed down that very left, ignoring the compass of equitable righteousness as it dictates the ebb and flow of lives, of justice? I am given no solace, for the time my daughter's case waited to be championed by the very institution whose creed is to right the wrongs – I fear it has been covertly passed along the same leftward path...one which I hope sees brighter days, when attorneys take up the left with the duchy, and justice is a wheel that turns for us all.
Closing Thoughts
At the core of this expression is not merely the narration of a personal tragedy; it's the articulation of a greater social dilemma. It's a plea for a system that doesn't require a green pass for the greenback but stands as the bastion of those who need it most. It's a call for fixated systems to be dismantled, and a new one to rise, where justice is a beacon, not a bottom line.
Where there's darkness, I offer this story as a candle to light the way forward, not just for myself but for every parent with a similar tale untold. It's an anthem that should resonate through the hollow chambers of those formerly sacred and exalted institutions that have steered so grievously off course. A course correction is due, a renaissance where every individual, irrespective of their wealth or social status, is endowed with the inalienable right to justice. For in the end, it's not just about my daughter, Danielle, it's about the collective conscious we lend to society —
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Rebecca Charles, Danielle's mom
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What beautiful and hard and so well-written and convicting words. Profound truths and so sad. You are a gifted and poignant writer! I grieve with you and I’m so sorry! I agree w all of your words!
Agree! So well written. Again I cried watching the video! Again I ask where are all the people on substack who are so concerned about Covid shots and the whole plandemic and all the injustices we have faced from the governments the last 4 years? We have here a real beautiful person taken away in her prime of life in a brutal manner. This story needs to be exposed all over the world so that it may never happen again and yet we see only 3 comments here and in donations a mere under $5000. I truly don’t understand this. I thought we were all a huge family here on substack with like minds, so where is the support? I’m so upset about Danielle and soooo many others who were taken in the hospitals and now being taken by the side effects of the killer shots!! Where is justice! Please dear God bring us justice for the crimes of murder! Please dear God expose these people and make them squirm and please dear God bring justice for Danielle and the other hospital victims and the 17million plus who have now been taken around the world by these death shots! I beg you Dear Heavenly Father Let YOUR KINGDOM come. Yours is the only true one world order that can work under the King Jesus who will rule over the whole earth! And at that time we can be sure Danielle and many others will be resurrected!! We look to you Father to bring in the peace we so long for as promised in Psalms 37: 9-11. And John 5:28-29