Where’s the justice?

I want to join Lee’s Carl Strong Foundation (YOU, 13 April). My son-in-law was killed in a head-on collision at 5.30 am. The people in the other car were drunk and drugged. They ran away, leaving him to die. He had a young wife and two small children. We’ll never be the same again.

Only the driver was charged and we’ve been told he’s out on bail and won’t do time. Why? Because he’s a first-time offender, they say. He’s also young. And get this: “He was drunk and therefore didn’t know what he was doing.”

What’s wrong with this country? What’s wrong with the justice system?

I want it to become so strong that victims become a minority instead of the other way around, with victims being locked up in chains of grief and sorrow yet the criminals go free without facing the consequence of their heinous actions.

I’ve had enough. I don’t know how I can help young Lee just yet. I just know I can’t let this go unchallenged. DISTRAUGHT, CAPE TOWN

When Lee Schoombie lost his brother he spent 16 months finding justice for the killers. That’s how much his sibling meant to him.

I applaud him. The police told him to leave the case alone but he didn’t listen. I wouldn’t listen.

Most of us in South Africa have at least one sibling. When was the last time you told your brother you loved him? When was the last time you told your sister she means the world to you? These are things people forget to do and remember only when they lose their sibling.

My siblings mean the world to me. I’d sacrifice myself for them because I love them and can’t imagine a world without them. They make me laugh, we have fun together, we keep one another’s secrets and we don’t lie to one another.

Don’t take your sibling for granted because when a sister and brother stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against them? PROUD SIBLING, EMAIL