I don’t know about you, but that’s justice to me, skewed and misdirected justice but justice nonetheless. And so it was when the crazed mob abducted the poor fellow from his jail cell and hanged him like a dog from the nearest tree, a perverse sense of justice, you say, but justice still.
Not much has changed in the state of Georgia since the twenties I'm afraid; need I recall the recent execution of Troy Davis? And Jack Slaton had lived the rest of his natural life in relative obscurity. But there's an object lesson in here for all of us, a lesson which bears repeating until it sinks in: all our differences boil down more or less to our different conceptions of justice. Which again brings into sharp relief the everlasting importance of the Socratic project.
What is justice?
If there’s one question that’s coextensive with humanity’s lifespan, a question which shall forever be asked and forever remain relevant, I can think of none other.