It’s Just Not Right


I am not sure about you but I get completely riled up when I hear of injustice. Injustice is defined as a ‘lack of fairness or justice or an unjust act or occurrence’. When we hear of stories or situations where our blood boils, where we passionately defend our position or where we feel strongly about something in particular, it can be an opportunity in waiting.

My family always thought I should be a lawyer, solely based on the fact that ‘they thought’ I liked to argue. I recall complaining to a teacher in elementary school that I should have received additional marks on an exam because the answer that I provided was black and white in the textbook.

On another occasion, I lead a group of fellow students into the principal’s office to complain of the inappropriate actions of a grade school teacher, which we believed required intervention.

While working at a restaurant, when I was a teenager, I researched employment guidelines and lead fellow employees to receive an opportunity to eat, which we were entitled to, by law. The owners didn’t like me very much, after that, but it was the right thing to do.

In the end, I decided that I wasn’t going to become a lawyer after naively testing out the law entrance exam, in first year of university, and failing miserably. I went on to do a law program, at college level, after university, and came to the conclusion that a law career was too much paperwork and not enough arguing.

With my experience as a hostage negotiator and then a motivational speaker, after policing, my husband always says that he doesn’t have a chance with me, because I can talk him out of or into doing anything. I guess I have always used my voice, in some way or another.

When I hear of injustice, or something is bugging me, I go into mode. ‘It is just not right’, I claim, as I vehemently state my opinion and argue my point. I believe and know, with every cell of my being, that in order for this energy and effort of defending any position, to be worthwhile, it must be followed by action.

The only way for anything to change, or for a situation to improve, or for a problem to resolve, is by taking action to address it.

When you know that something is ‘just not right’ or something needs to change, I hope that you believe enough in your own voice to speak up about it. Stewing about something, without progressive action, will only make you sick, resentful and anxious.

We feel a sense of injustice or frustration for a reason. It ignites us, it fuels us and it calls us to action. Is there something that you need to take action on, in your own life, but you are you afraid to rock the boat?

Believe in your own voice to take action to change it. You can’t necessary control the outcome, but you can at least plant some seeds, by expressing what is eating away at you. Your feelings are valid, you need to be heard and you are human, like the rest of us.

You can speak out in a way that is respectful to others, but still allows the expression of your core beliefs. You never know, it just might cause a ripple of positive change.

‘Let no one be discouraged by the belief there is nothing one man or one woman can do against the enormous array of the world’s ills – against misery and ignorance, injustice and violence… Few will have the greatness to bend history itself; but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total of all those acts will be written the history of this generation…

It is from the numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centres of energy and daring, those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.’ ~ Robert Kennedy