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I was one of a large number of people bilked out of money spent to improve the quality of our lives and the places we call home. Although this crime was not as heinous as many I’ve read or heard about, it weighs on my mind. It is something I am constantly reminded of. Not only each spring when I removed the plastic from my windows, or autumn when I reapply the plastic. It is every month when the bill for the windows that I never received arrives. When I wrote out the check, stamp the envelope, and send in money for nothing. This April it will have been five years since I signed over nearly $4,000 to someone I trusted. Only $691 has been returned. I still don’t understand how someone can take your money. Spend it for his own gain, and when caught, give you back 19 cents on the dollar, and that’s called good. But it’s not only about the money. It’s about my loss of faith, the lack of concern for individuals, and the idea that someone would choose to defraud others instead of facing the problem at hand. In the end, he still has to face the original problem and now this one as well. I feel sorry for him. Exercise In-Justice represents the bound up, suppressed anger at the injustice a victim feels. The perception that their world has been turned up-side-down. That they cannot get away from feeling impotent. That the elaborate system in place to help them can make them feel still taken advantage of. After creating this piece and writing about it, I’ve come to realize how much work I have to do. It is apparent that the anger I had still alive, though buried beneath layers of platitudes; “It’s okay, it’s only money.”…
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