Justice in the eye of a beholder
Nicky Larkin is disheartened by the contrasting fortunes he witnesses on a visit to the Supreme Court in Dublin
'BELT, wallet and keys, please." "It's just like getting on a plane," I said. "There's no airplanes in there," the security guard joked.
But I wasn't going on holidays. I was going into the Supreme Court.
"What are you looking for, guns?" I asked him in jest. "Yes, guns and knives," he said, all joking gone from his face. I'd noticed a shop selling both guns and knives a few doors down from the courts, but hadn't paid much attention.