I hate cancel culture with every fiber of my being.
Don’t get me wrong: exposing and crucifying convicted mfers who deserve it (rapists, pedophiles, murderers, etc) is a recipe for a justice boner. But more often than not, cancel culture acts like wildfire: it’s born from a useful tool, but then goes on to destroy and maim everything in its path.
Case in point: the tragic rape-slay of Christine Dacera. The 23-year-old flight attendant was found dead in her hotel room on New Year’s Day. Per the local police, three people have been arrested, while nine others who were with Christine are being sought for questioning.
Naturally, social media is up in arms over another incident of a woman meeting her demise at the hands of pervy a*holes. The hashtags #JusticeForChristineDacera #StopVictimBlaming #ProtectDrunkGirls trended, all screaming the same thing: stop holding women accountable for their tormentor’s lack of basic human decency.
But in the midst of these noble causes are posts exposing pictures of suspects who have yet to be questioned – let alone convicted of anything. Commendable advocacies devolved into a witch hunt, a trial by publicity that ironically calls for justice, while disregarding context and due process.
Despite the tragedy, here’s an awful truth: we’re actually unaware of what fully happened. The nine others at large could be blameless. Or just as guilty. The fact is, we don’t know.
And if our finger-pointing manages to expose the innocents to public harassment, the loss of their jobs, and the overall destruction of their lives, then we are no better than those who did the same to Christine.
All of us know how it feels to be so angry. We make irrational decisions. We’re prone to knee-jerk reactions. Social media fuels that feeling further, because it gives us a sense that we’re heard in a society where justice is in short supply.
But just as we call on men to exercise restraint on their baser instincts, so should we in our pursuit of the truth. In our moment of self-righteousness and desire for swift consequences, let’s be reminded of what true justice is really about: not a source of self-validation, nor an outlet for our angst, but meting out consequences to those who truly deserve it.
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