A Sense of Justice :: Law College Admissions Essays

A Sense of Justice   Its midnight, and Im braveing in the yard after a powerful speech at memorialization Church just a few hours ago. The night is chilly, and I guide the sweater from around my waist and place it upon my shoulders. As I stand freezing in the yard, a steady stream of friends and associates pass by me offering congratulations. A short snip before, I had submited the preliminary speech for our Black History Month campus guest speaker, Johnny Cochran. As I stood freezing in the yard, I was humbled. Cochrans message that night was that lively and systemic protest has profound power and can help deliver favorable justice. His message rang as true as Malcolm Xs call to social action from the same podium more than thirty years before. And, now, as the stars lit the yard electric, Cochrans words took me back to the first time I understood what protest meant to me and my sense of justice.   It was my first year at the roughly venerable institution in the wor ld, and my high-school dreams had been achieved. Yet, that fall, I was feeling empty inside. As I drowned my sorrows in a latte at Au Bon discommode near the T entrance, I noticed a large gathering gathering outside. I later learned that a short time before, an undergraduate running to the co-op had carelessly knocked a unsettled composition to the foothold. As I looked up from my latte, I saw a unsettled man crawling around the sidewalk, yelling something about being   ineffective to see and cursing profusely. Nearby, I saw a woman I recognized as a senior, crawling around on the ground with him. Finally, she stood up, with a pair of broken glasses in hand. You bastard she screamed at the retreating undergraduate. I didnt know what to think. I had never seen a white homeless person before, and certainly not one being helped by a black woman.   I approached the woman and told her my name. She was still clearly flustered and angry, her browned eyes flashing amid an ex panse of curly hair. They just dont get it she grumbled angrily. I silently looked down. Suddenly, she turned to me. Sometimes, weve got to sit down and stand up for the high-handedness of human kind. Sometimes, weve got to do whats right. Silently, I nodded my head.