Black Rabbit Society

In our world today, the letter of the law and spirit of the law butt heads pretty often. There are some many fiddly little bits to society, tiny vesicles, life-line arteries, noodle-like nerves, cells all with specific purposes... all really complex, if you get into the nitty-gritty. And in this complexity, somewhere, people have to have a balance of rights and laws. Otherwise we might as well have stayed in our caves and never bothered evolving.
But these rights, these human rights... admittedly of course, without them, without technology, without the ability to feel and think beyond our animal instincts, we'd still be in the Dark Ages. But we, as humans, are still children as a race. and if you ask me we have too much freedom and power in our tiny fists to even understand yet. So much it knots up in our guts like balls of razor wires that shift whenever we swallow, shredding us from the inside.
Because of these rights, these understanding and respecting of morals, which believe me I appreciate, I find though that justice takes the hit, that the letter of the law, with all it's small-font paperwork and loopholes, succeeds over the amphibious, fluid bending of the spirit of the law, which can be trapped down under ink and is therefore ignored all too often.
Because we humans forget we are animals, creatures of the earth. And as creatures, we have spirits and deep, twisted feelings. We aren't machines. And paperwork and jail bars and yellow lines... that's not food for us. It can't nourish or pacify or invoke.
Too often I've felt like the justice system has failed, is flawed, is breaking down. People getting out before their time, obtaining lawyers when they have no right to be fought for, living and breathing, getting three meals a day and sleeping in a warm bed while innocent kids starve on the streets and adults fight to make ends meet... it makes me sick. And then there are these thugs that go free, raping, stealing, killing, and no one can catch them and they have more rights then they deserve...
But that's letter of the law for you. Because everything has to be equal for everyone or shit hits the fan, somewhere.
But here's the thing, and I know it'll go against what they taught you in church and kindergarten, but hell, we're not all equal. Or at least, not everyone deserves to be. I'm not talking that equality should be divided by race, religion, culture, gender or anything like that. In that sense I believe we all are equal peoples. But some people don't deserve to be treated equally, as people, because they aren't people. They're vermin, drags on society, terrors that haunt us and make it a frightening ordeal to let our children alone in a park or walk a street at night.
What gives them the right to take that security away from us?
The letter of the law. The fact that we can't do a damn thing about them unless we want the legal system to crash down on us.
So this has become my dream of late...
A secret society, outside the clutches of our warped views of 'right' and 'wrong', outside fear of those who govern us and who try to keep us safe but just can't, not around all this shit building up. Angels in the shadows, curses that follow after those with sin pinned on their foreheads, the banes of the ones the letter of the law can't touch. We wouldn't see them. Not all the time anyways. Maybe when you're backed up in an alley with a knife to your throat, maybe when you've got the noose around your neck and want to just vanish from the bleak world around you... maybe they could watch us, silent, protectors, like gargoyles, spirits who both avenge and defend us from what we cannot strike against, not without being labelled criminals ourselves. Mainstream society would label them vigilantes, wouldn't like them, call them murders and as evil as the people the knife in the shadows. But I think we, the lost and the lonely, police and judges, wives with no husbands, children with no parents, those who scream at night at the unfairness of it all, we all would rejoice openly and silently.
It's a better force then God, because we can see it working. And at night we'd light candles for them.
The Black Rabbits.