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Now, three years, a global pandemic, and several cataclysmic political upheavals later, the word “justice” is all around me and yet I still struggle to know what it means. In 2018, I wrote in an essay for my book I HOPE WE CHOOSE LOVE that I did not believe in justice because I have never experienced it – that while I had lost faith in justice, I still believed in love: Redeeming love, merciful love, love with the power to hold us and heal us even in our worst moments of loss and self-betrayal. How can you miss something that you’ve had in the first place? How can we do justice, make justice happen, when we have never known it? My body aches for it like a hunger for food I’ve never tasted. ”Justice is what love looks like in public.”