The laws on the books were things that people sometimes got confused about. We needed laws written down so we can have consistency in how we interact with each other. For minor crimes, or crimes where it wasn't always clear what happened or where people were likely to lie about who did what, we needed laws to provide a system whereby the innocent was given a fair chance and a fair trial.
Then there were the other laws. These were laws written on men's souls, things that didn't need to be written down or explained. Laws like, "You must obey your father" and "If you want to eat you need to work."
And laws like, "Pedophiles and rapists die."
When a community was confronted with a pedophile or a rapist, they would spare the courts and the women and children the trauma of acknowledging that such evil existed. The men would quietly nod to each other, knowing what had to be done. It was at times like these that you were glad to have rough men among you, the kind of men who have dark pasts they don't want to talk about, the kind of men who have spilled blood for one reason or another.
And so the offender would go on a hunting trip, never to return. When asked where he was, they would say, "Oh I think he went to his aunt's, I forget where or which one."
And that was the end of the matter.
The child / woman who was preyed upon knew that justice was done, and that they could walk the streets at night if need be. They would never see the face of the person who hurt them.
And the men would know that there were certain laws that could never be broken. Laws that were never written nor explained. Laws that were only understood.
The way society actually used to work:
There were laws and then there was the law.
The laws on the books were things that people sometimes got confused about. We needed laws written down so we can have consistency in how we interact with each other. For minor crimes, or crimes where it wasn't always clear what happened or where people were likely to lie about who did what, we needed laws to provide a system whereby the innocent was given a fair chance and a fair trial.
Then there were the other laws. These were laws written on men's souls, things that didn't need to be written down or explained. Laws like, "You must obey your father" and "If you want to eat you need to work."
And laws like, "Pedophiles and rapists die."
When a community was confronted with a pedophile or a rapist, they would spare the courts and the women and children the trauma of acknowledging that such evil existed. The men would quietly nod to each other, knowing what had to be done. It was at times like these that you were glad to have rough men among you, the kind of men who have dark pasts they don't want to talk about, the kind of men who have spilled blood for one reason or another.
And so the offender would go on a hunting trip, never to return. When asked where he was, they would say, "Oh I think he went to his aunt's, I forget where or which one."
And that was the end of the matter.
The child / woman who was preyed upon knew that justice was done, and that they could walk the streets at night if need be. They would never see the face of the person who hurt them.
And the men would know that there were certain laws that could never be broken. Laws that were never written nor explained. Laws that were only understood.