書2014.05.22鋼筆

The Book  2014.05.22 Fountain Pen Drawing Carefully pulling out an old book from a paper bag, in which the spine has been partially torn from its hanging pages, he stumbles across an extract of his grievance… As a result of torture and betrayal, he was wrongfully convicted for the murder of a police officer in 1983 and sentenced to death five times until scientific evidence proved his innocence at last. However, his title as an innocent was only partial, if not temporary, for science may have excused him in law, but the tide is hardly about to dry up when he was then sentenced to life imprisonment instead–where “justice” was delivered, or so the judiciary claimed. Many years later when “freedom” came and he was released on parole, he still could not be freed from the grievance of his wasted past trapped in the book he carried with him… I can only give him my blessings; and as for the future –without knowing when it will be – I wish him and his elderly mother a hearty reunion in the near future, beyond the constraints of the walls.

他小心翼翼的從紙袋裡拿出一本殘破的舊書，說是其中一篇正寫到他的冤情，那轟動一時的重案，曾判死，也翻過無罪，只是科學證據給的清白抵不過法官們拉不下的顏面，於是司法給了他一個名為正義的不義－－

死刑加無罪除以二等於無期徒刑⋯⋯

捧著書心好沈重，我只能在心中默默祝福，未來⋯不知還要多久以後的未來，他年邁的母親還來得及與他在高牆之外共享天倫⋯⋯