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We Tell No One
‘Richard?’ Malcolm’s voice broke through the static, forcing Richard to look up like a deer in the headlights. It was laughable, how much of the therapist stereotype Malcolm looked, dressed in his army-green cardigan, disheveled black curls peppered with grey, and slumped shoulders that carried the weight of everyone’s demons and denials.
A journey into self reflection is only defined by the limits in which we choose to proceed. Depth only measures merit and the substance produced, not the outcome desired.
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Advocate For The Innocent
The United States has the worlds highest wrongful conviction rate. What is worse is that there are far more false convictions than there are exonerations, creating a justice system that is not only flawed but one that is untrustworthy and unreliable.
The Great Alcatraz Escape
Alcatraz The Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary, often referred to Alcatraz or The Rock was a maximum security federal prison built on Alcatraz Island, 1.25 miles (2.01 km) off the coast of San Francisco, California. It operated from the 11th of August 1934 to March 21st, 1963.
Broken Windows Theory
In the 1980s crime in New York City had reached almost epidemic proportions. Apparently, New York was suffering by increased immigration and as a result a much younger population and, added to that, New Yorkers were hit hard by welfare cuts. It wasn’t safe to travel the subway and you would be advised not to go to certain areas, particularly after dark. Yet, by the end of the 1990s the city had cleaned up its act and saw a dramatic fall in the rate of crime.
Series Review: 'When They See Us'
So... when I saw this dramatic re-telling of the ordeal of the Central Park 5 being advertised on Netflix, I was already pretty sure that it was going to be must-watch television. I was also extremely apprehensive about seeing the events through the eyes of these five kids (now grown men) and being able to emotionally process it all. The case (and the legal and societal issues it brings to the forefront) kind of hits close to home for me as a parent, and as an African-American man. I'd seen the Ken Burns documentary on the Central Park 5 a while back, so I was already very familiar with the case, and some of the very problematic issues it brought to the table for the American public to address. Systemic racism, classism, and lack of accountability for law enforcement and agents of the legal system were all things that were at the forefront of the documentary. Ava Duvernay did an excellent job of showing the social and personal toll this case had on these men and their families, as well as the greater impact that the institutions of the law and media played in that accrued trauma. Every episode of this mini-series was visceral and traumatic. Whether it was the very public shunning of Yusuf Salaam, Antron McCray, Kevin Richardson, and Raymond Santana upon their release from custody as adults, to the entire fourth episode being devoted to the ordeal of Korey Wise's experiences at Riker's Island as an adult, the entire progression of the series takes a huge emotional toll on the audience watching it.
I Thought I'd Always Be a Criminal
I am a criminal, I heard that so often that I believed it. My mother told me that my father was killed in a shootout with the police, so I grew up with this idea in my head of who I was based on things I was told. Turns out that my father died almost thirty years after my mother told me that he did. I grew up dirt poor and my step father was physically abusive to me and my sister. We moved to a new city every couple of years, I always felt that I did not fit in. Kids, being who they are, would tease me about my Goodwill clothes and my parents ugly car. I started to steal candy from the local store early on and I learned that if I gave candy to the kids that they would like me or at least pretend to. As I got older I began to associate money with acceptance. I never felt like I was good enough for people to just like me, so I bought friends often by stealing and hustling.
The Strange Disappearance of Brandon Swanson.
It was May 14th 2008 when Brandon Swanson went missing. He was celebrating with friends after the end of spring semester. He left for home shortly after midnight and just before 2am, he called his parents on his cell phone telling them that he had driven his Chevy Lumina off the road and into a ditch. Thankfully he wasn't hurt and asked his parents to pick him up.
It was a chilly February morning. Saturday, the day he was supposed to be off, but there he was at the shop, and by himself at that. He was fine with it, he was a lone wolf, anyway. He found people to be annoying, and it was amazing that they would practically blurt out their life's story in places like the line at the supermarket, This old rural waste of a town, where most of the factories had closed, and the population had made way for petty criminals and dollar stores. He was stuck here, with a wage that twenty years ago would have been considered bordering on rich, but now barely meets the middle class, and few connections.. He had more in mind than this, he thought as he banged through his work, pressing this, programming that as the aluminum bars formed into parts, based on what he told it to do. He reflected back to just a couple of years prior, when the old boss used to hand crank the machine. He chuckled out loud, what a sap. People were so averse to change that they would rather hand crank and get burned by the little bits of metal than be able to use a simple computer program and be able to do other things, like sit in their office watching porn.
Black Book Bereaved
It wasn't long after the passing of Phil that his wife Andrea began to organize all of the things that he had left strewn throughout his basement and workshop. Phil had been a loving husband and great father to their only daughter, and she cherished all the little things that they had shared through the years. As with the passing of any relative there comes the task of going through all their things that must be saved or parted with. Phil loved to tinker in his spare time in the evenings and spent a great deal of long nights in the basement. To which she paid no mind, because he was home, and not out drinking with the guys, just right there at home. What she was about to experience though, would change her forever.
*WARNING* THIS CONTAINS STORIES OF SEXUAL VIOLENCE* It breaks my heart seeing all these young girls aged 13 to 16 actively seeking out guys who are aged 18 or over and thinking it is okay. It isn't. It is so dangerous and I'm talking from past experience. This is my story.
"What can I get you?" The waitress asked, eyeing Elijah warily. "The strongest thing you've got," he replied flatly, not bothering to glance up. He was slumped over the bar, his entire body aching.
Take it on the other side
There was a new crack going around, the custies ate it up as fast as we could produce it. The secret was adding salvia divinorum during the cooking process. Came out looking like little green and off white camo rocks. Its said it was like going to the moon in your underpants, not that i knew or anything. Don't forget rule number 1: Do not get high off your own supply. The trip was something else, we never tried it ourselves but there was a list of people wanting it every day. We used to hang out in the lister block quite often, it was our place, our castle in the center of downtown Hamilton. Every once and awhile the police would come into the mall and try to arrest us or issue some tickets. The trick was spotting them then hiding in the basement. No one dared go down there, even we shouldn't have. There was a bowling alley in the basement as well as a pool and locker rooms. Not very many people new about this place. I wouldn't be surprised if there were underground tunnels that we never discovered connecting other parts of old Hamilton.
Something Went Wrong
I wake up lying on a cold, hard basement floor in a room I don’t recognize. In fact, I don’t recognize much of anything, including the man completely prone next to me. My head is aching, and when I touch my right hand to my temple my fingers come away with blood. That may explain the most important thing I can’t reconcile… Who the hell am I?
I GOT THE TWENTY
I GOT THE TWENTY I had to go down and see Barney once he called. He would fix my car. I would get him out of fixes. I gave him the usual advice, don’t say anything to the police, don’t say anything to the other prisoners. I asked who he wanted me to call. “No one,” he said.
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