The concept of money being speech is anathema to any government supposedly representative. In the real world the powerful always subjugate the weak to some degree, but where there is no redress or relief even remotely possible then hope dies and the government has no legitimacy. It is merely the hired thug permitting whatever its masters allow.
Bread and circuses are most often the result, but now even those are giving grudgingly. The concept of injustice goes way beyond what a government can do however. I speak from experience as you know, however these are general and accepted wrongs we are conditioned to ignore, at times even when we are the victim.
We are a perverse people who pick and choose just who can cut our throats with impunity. That makes no sense at all.
As you doubtless know, for me, while it is completely senseless, it makes perfect sense because I believe I understand it. Humanity is sick, in my opinion, with the disease of self hate. This causes a split in consciousness between what we think are our motivations what we actually feel, our real motivations we are unconscious of. It is this hidden bias that creates hidden assumptions that there is good and evil. It is this belief in what does not actually exist that makes us insane. We identify with the 'good' to fight the 'evil', not realizing that we do so because we deny, but feel, we are that evil. The ego is our shield and armor that is the fiction we create to deny what was a lie anyway, that we are worthless people. It is the fear of feeling how bad we feel that creates all our anger and rage, all our ambitions to acquire reputation, all our need to cling to each other, to party to nation, to anything that is considered by us, our parents, our group we were programmed to believe to be good.
This is the hidden reality that I believe humanity doesn't see, as invisible to our minds as general relativity, but the key to understanding the human condition.
And it is the deep reality, below all the lies we were fed, that keeps humanity going with some distant sense of hope, the realization and the deeply buried and forgotten memory of out birth in a state of perfection. You lost less of that than most, I think. Because you are a prince of a person, you can feel the pea under the thirty ninth mattress. You have retained more 'soul' than most. You can still feel others pain. I love you for that. Nothing is ever truly forgotten.