Memo: What is injustice?

No pedantic intellectual rant here. Just want to talk about something I've seen earlier this week that perfectly embodies the concept of injustice, which is hard to explain by itself. It's so subjective that it's easy to lose yourself in conceptualizing such an open-ended issue. So here I am with my rant...

You might not know, but I'm a proud dog owner. I have a seven months old boxer girl names Scarlett. Like many proud dog owners, I go to the dog park with her everyday so she can play, chill out and eat garbage with her kind. God knows that boxers need their fair share of daily activity or they are going to be a pain in the ass. These dogs have only two different speeds. Full throttle or asleep.

So the other day I was at the park with Scarlett and everyone is happy. She's playing with a basset/beagle named Rusty and some kind of muppet-dog from a white thrash lady. She, with her two daughters, embodies what white thrash mean. Fat, sweat pants, mullet, like the worse white thrash you could imagine. So her daughters play with Scarlett, they are amazed by her beauty and so am I. Everything is perfect in the best of the worlds.

Then arrives this posh, very classy lady with her dog Berlingot (which is french for milk carton). Berlingot is a Jack Russell terrier. This breed of dog is something special. They are the perfect family dog. Loving, obedient, funny and charismatic. You might not know this, but the Jack Russell terrier is a total psychopath when it comes to hanging out with other dogs. I have yet to see a Jack Russell behaving properly around other representative of its kind. Berlingot happens to be the most homicidal, blood thirsty Jack Russell on a bad day. He runs across the park, jams his teeth in muppet's throat and their start fighting. Muppet doesn't accept Berlingot's schizo Jack Russell bullshit so an epic melee ensues.

White thrash lady, wanting to be reproachless puts muppet on a leash, so her dog will keep its distance with Berlingot the long teeth killer. Posh-classy lady doesn't get it though and Berlingot dashed for muppet dog one more time. By now all of the eyes in the park are looking in that direction. I jump in and yank Berlingot away by the skin of his neck because muppet has started to bleed.

Now by the time I hand the little schizo to her owner, I turn back and I see white thrash lady leave under accusing eyes. Classy posh-lady gives her the same ruthless look than everyone else. White thrash lady didn't even put up a fight. She just left because she thought everybody would be against her. I would have loved to defend her dammit, but she was already all the way across the park. I did the next best thing I thought I could. I put a leash on Scarlett and we left too. I thought that was a clear cut injustice. Dogs are great bullshit indicator. No matter how good you look, you'll get an indicator of how good you are if you can't take responsibility for your dog's actions.