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Why Do I Feel Bad When Justice Is Served?
The strange urge to feel sympathy for the devil.
Yesterday morning, all of Argentina was waiting with baited breaths for a verdict.
The sigh of relief as a group of eight men in their early twenties — popularly known as “the rugbiers” for their past hobby — was condemned, was unanimous.
I sighed, too, but it didn’t feel as satisfying as I’d anticipated.
A Pattern of Violence Has a Horrible End
These eight men had been known to pick fights in their hometown of Zárate, in the Buenos Aires province, every time they went out to party. It was their favorite hobby, a way they bonded.
Until January 2020, back in that other lifetime before the lockdowns, when these young men went on summer vacation to Villa Gesell, a small coastal town about four hours from Buenos Aires.
The rugbiers followed their usual patterns of booze, weed and picking fights with others on their nights out. Until one night, they hit the jackpot.
Young student and son of immigrants Fernando Báez Sosa apparently spilled a drink on one of the rugbiers in a crowded club, and they had found their excuse. The brawl began inside, but was quickly finished by security personnel, who…
