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'''By [[Norman Mailer]]'''<ref>From {{cite book |last=Roma |first=Thomas |date=2001 |title=Enduring Justice: Photographs |url= |location=New York |publisher=Powerhouse Books |page= |isbn= |author-link= }} Reprinted by Project Mailer with permission of the estate of Norman Mailer. ([[01.8]])</ref>
'''Foreword<ref>From {{cite book |last=Roma |first=Thomas |date=2001 |title=Enduring Justice: Photographs |url= |location=New York |publisher=Powerhouse Books |page= |isbn= |author-link= }} Reprinted here with permission.</ref> by [[Norman Mailer]]'''


This book of photography by Thomas Roma is wed to a perfect title. To the man or woman in the dock, and to their family and friends, justice is a state that is there to be endured. For justice comes down to long dead hours of sitting around. Justice consists of waiting to speak to your lawyer who is never with you long enough and charges more than you can afford while all the while he emanates his profound dissatisfaction with what he is being paid. Justice is the hard small ball of concentrated dread in the pit of the stomach that suggests it will never dissolve. You are in the pits and you are enduring it.
This book of photography by Thomas Roma is wed to a perfect title. To the man or woman in the dock, and to their family and friends, justice is a state that is there to be endured. For justice comes down to long dead hours of sitting around. Justice consists of waiting to speak to your lawyer who is never with you long enough and charges more than you can afford while all the while he emanates his profound dissatisfaction with what he is being paid. Justice is the hard small ball of concentrated dread in the pit of the stomach that suggests it will never dissolve. You are in the pits and you are enduring it.
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