When Discrimination Becomes an Alibi

An official pushes a file to the top. Another buries a file at the bottom.

Cash? Cousin? Hate? We can’t tell. The act is identical. The deviation is the fact.

But the moment we suspect prejudice, the system develops a strange paralysis. We stop checking facts and start trying to peer into the clerk’s heart.

We turn into amateur therapists.

We put the victim on the couch: “Are you sure? Did you misunderstand? Maybe you’re too sensitive.”

We demand mind-reading as evidence. As if the crime isn’t the buried file, but the feeling the clerk had while burying it.

It’s a brilliant trick. You can’t hide a broken queue, but you can always hide a motive. And once justice depends on motive, injustice gets an alibi.

Here’s the fix: Audit the queue first. Debate the soul later.

So my question is: is “discrimination” the label we use when we don’t want to prosecute corruption?