Fellow parents and aggrieved families: we’re getting closer. 15 days and counting to the day when we converge on our nation’s capital to protest divorce, custody and support laws which destroy parent-child relationships all across America. The lawyers reap the profits, courts provide the means, and today’s mainstream families remain the victims. We all pay the price in our schools, workplaces, neighborhoods and moral fiber as a nation.

But it doesn’t have to be that way. Under our Constitution, drafted by the Founding Fathers, you have the right, indeed the duty, to secure reform by making your views known on the west lawn of Senate Park in Washington on April 20, 2012. Once again, the sponsors of this march are not funded by any one, and donations have remained less than $1,000 since its inception last year. We are concerned parents victimized by the system just like you, and we’ve sacrificed enough on your behalf to make this event possible. Now it’s your turn. Contact your friends, make your travel plans, get those signs ready for your cars and trucks, and get viral on all this, for the sake of future generations if not your own. Please share this message with others.

Now, in our final countdown, we feature short stories from callers and e-mailers as promised in a recent post. We call them the “Parenting Papers”. They are intended to stimulate attendance at this month’s event because our court victims apparently believe that it’s someone else’s job to protest for them- and of course reform will not occur with this kind of lame attitude. These stories are based on real events. However, names and content have been edited to protect the sources. Our sixth story of this series, Day 15, is entitled: “Justice Lynch”.

Lady Liberty and Lady Justice were two of the figures in her formative years which induced her to become a lawyer and eventually a Family Court judge. The statue which spent more than a hundred years in New York harbor and the one found upon courthouse walls everywhere impressed her so much that it became her mission to promote the ideals symbolized by each. Her father was a prominent member of Congress, and this greased the other wheels of justice easy enough to make her appointment and election possible.

However it wasn’t long before the feminist activism of her law school caucuses got the better of her. In Family Court, she could abuse the powers of her entrusted office to correct centuries of historical injustices upon women. Here a man was still the enemy, and despite anything he might present in a custody or support case, her mind was already made up. The more money that could be transferred over to the female litigants, the more balance she could secure in her twisted version of the court’s “scales of justice”.

It didn’t matter that a guy wanted to spend more time with his children or that a mom was fabricating or embellishing facts to damage a father’s career. As far as she was concerned, anything he did, an angry look, stark movement or inconsistent testimony was sufficient to rule against him. And if he persisted, the next thing she would order is anger management, maybe a “parent education class”. She didn’t know anyone qualified to teach it or even what it meant, but it made her feel powerful. And the lawyers loved her, even the ones representing the dads because it got more fees for everyone including those donating to judge campaigns.

Yeah, Justice Lynch. She loved her name and her title. Privately, she was referred to as the “Justice who Lynched Justice” by those around the courthouse who knew her better. But no lawyer was going to complain because the judicial commissions were political or impotent, focusing their energies upon small town judges who possessed little clout. Moreover, any lawyer who took her on directly was bound to become a target. She had all the time in the world to make him pay, maybe even get a hold of his own case if the opportunity should arise.

Then one day she received a letter from a teenager who proved to be more courageous than the “law guardian” appointed to represent her in this lucrative system. Her name was Polly Paine, and she had been separated from her daddy for as long as she could remember. She knew that Justice Lynch abused his natural rights to be a part of her life. In it, she asked how her father could be located after he gave up a battle over power and money awards which the courts called “custody” and “support”. She asked how her life could be so tortured by a woman whose own father made her judgeship possible. But alas Justice Lynch could ease her own conscience with the stock answer. Sorry little woman, “it’s the law”.