For years, I believed the system that held me was broken. From the inside, it felt like a chaotic, dysfunctional machine, chewing up lives through incompetence and neglect. It was a narrative of failure, of a good idea—justice—gone horribly wrong. But the deeper I dig, the more I speak with experts, and the more I confront the history of this nation, the more I’m forced to ask a more unsettling question: What if the system isn’t broken at all? What if it’s working exactly as