Because justice had been slow.
I had been late for many.
But it came in public.
In everyone’s sight.
And that mattered.
The bank was still there.
People kept sitting.
And every new agent learned the same truth before going out on the street:
No one is above the law.
Nobody.
Not the one who rules.
Not the one who signs.
Not the one who’s wearing a badge.
Not one who thinks a quiet person, sitting in a park, can’t change everything.
