guilty
Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time; a look into all aspects of a guilty verdict from the burden of proof to conviction to the judge’s sentence and more.
The First 24 Hours
Libraries, bookstores, and the internet failed me. Just when I needed them the most, I spent over three days looking at every book that any local store had, any story or report that I could find on the internet, but none of what I found came from side of the story that I currently stood on. So none of my questions on how I was supposed to deal could be answered.
By Alizza Marie6 years ago in Criminal
She Got Revenge. Top Story - March 2018.
[Wife] My emotions were running high. My hands shook uncontrollably as a gripped the bottles of petrol and caustic soda. I took a deep breath. I wanted to hurt him, like he had hurt me. I wanted him to feel the pain I endured every single day from his physical actions, his abuse and even his presence. I was at breaking point. Creeping up the stairs to where Deepak was sleeping, I felt powerful. The past months of my marriage with him I was constantly low, sad, and depressed. This was my way of fighting back because I suddenly felt capable. Standing in our bedroom, watching him sleep, it felt strange. It felt strange being in the same room as him and not feeling scared or powerless for a few seconds. I knew this was only because he was sleeping; he wasn’t the slightest bit aware. I unscrewed the lid of the Napalm mixture I had made and didn’t think twice before I began pouring the liquid over him. It was relieving. The touch of the liquid on his body woke him and it rushed me into fumbling with the lighter before he could grab me and hurt me more. Like a firework, his body burst into tiny flames, spreading to the sheets and covers on the bed. The flames became a protective barrier between my abuser and I.
By Sian Edmeads6 years ago in Criminal
My Little Runaway!
My father died when I was seven years old and my mother remarried when I was around ten. I didn't get along too well with my stepfather and when I entered my teen years, I began running away from home. I was not alone, I was always accompanied by a boyfriend. One time, a boy and I ran away to his relatives in the Carolina's but for some reason, the next three times I ran away was to New York City! The boy I was with was several years older, so I deferred to his opinion often. Ah, how I remember the excitement of all the activity in Times Square. We had some money initially, but that was soon depleted and we had to resort to stealing food in order to survive. This was back around 1968 and at that time, when you ordered food to go from a restaurant, they gave you the food first and you paid after. So, I would go inside the establishment and place our order while my boyfriend was outside waiting in case a distraction was called for. I would get the food, then run out the door without paying, after all, we had zero money. One time, a worker chased me out the door and my boyfriend intercepted long enough for me to get away. That was how we were able to eat. I swear it's because of people like me that restaurants began asking for the money first and then providing the food. The other scary part was in finding places to sleep. I remember sleeping during the day in Central Park. When the prospects soured, we would return home only to run away again shortly thereafter. The third time we went to New York City, we had a car. Unfortunately, it just so happened to be stolen. Since I didn't know how to drive, my boyfriend did the driving. We also stole some money, so we were good for awhile. The worst part was having to constantly move the car to a parking spot. When the money got low, we returned to our home state, but to one of his friend's apartments. We parked the car a few blocks away. One day, while I was going to obtain some of our belongings from the car, a man asked me my name and I gave a fake name. He saw right through me and I was arrested for a runaway, stubborn child, and stolen car. Thank goodness I was a juvenile so the stolen car didn't stick. However, I wound up being sent to a juvenile detention center for six months. Afterward, I was placed into an all girls boarding school run by nuns. All of the girls were assigned jobs to do and they would vary. Sometimes, you worked in the kitchen or for the priest, etc. We also had an infirmary at the school and I was working there for some time. I planned to finish my schooling and do my time, but, alas, the wanderlust struck and I was itching to run away, this time from the boarding school.
By Donna Gilchrest6 years ago in Criminal
Opinion: Is Being a Criminal in Your Genetics?
In light of recent events — most notably the instance of the Florida school shooting — I want to turn my attention to a largely controversial and endlessly talked about topic. What makes a criminal into a criminal? Is it plausible that some of us may be born with certain DNA that would, in turn, make us more likely to commit criminal acts, or is it the environmental factors that make all the difference? We won’t truly ever know.
By Charlotte MG6 years ago in Criminal
Killer Candy
Candy, also called sweets or lollies, is a confection that features sugar as a principal ingredient. Also known as: poison in a colored paper. I can't stand candy. The last time I had candy was when I was five years old. I almost died from choking on a small-ish piece. Every Halloween I pass goodie bags of pencils, small notepads with characters on them, a small bag of mini cheese balls, and a small toy. Candy is not tolerated in my house. Sure you can hate me all you want but I will never give in. I'm not a health freak either. I'm Emilia Grey. A teacher at Candran Elementary school.
By Bonnie Black6 years ago in Criminal
Serial Killers Who Hated Their Mothers. Top Story - March 2018.
We’ve all been angry or ticked off by our mothers at least once or twice throughout our long family histories, but the following were certain individuals who were either so pissed off at their mothers that it eventually bred their serial killer instincts, or a lifetime of abuse led them to hate their mothers with a passion. Either way, from these familiar and not so familiar individuals, we have gained a certain insight into the mind of the potential serial killer. Viewing a serial killer's youth, especially those who came from sexually or physically abusive parents, is indicative of one of the few ways that famous serial killers chose their targets.
By Gerald Oppugne6 years ago in Criminal
Keep Your Eyes Open
How safe is United States? Have you ever asked yourself that? I come from Dominican Republic; I don't want to pitch it as the most dangerous country in the world (which is not), but it's not the safest. People are murdered every week, and it's because someone was robbing them, trying to rape them, or kidnap them.
By Inesita de los Santos6 years ago in Criminal
No One To Save Me - Part 4
No One To Save Me – Chapter 4 Before indoor movie theaters there were drive-in theaters where everyone parked outside in front of a large wooden screen. You would set the speaker inside your window. The theater our father would take us to was on Hwy 59. He would sit for a few minutes, get out and leave us in the car and come back later with some snacks from the concession stand.
By Jennifer Reinolds6 years ago in Criminal
No One to Save Me Part 3
The first time I witnessed Walter kill someone, I was about 6-years-old. He rushed into the house to get me and my little sister, Tina (not her real name). One of the tactics he used would be to act excited, as if he was up to a good thing to get you excited too and to go along. If you were to meet my father, you’d think he was a very passive and meek person. He tended to keep his head down and walked with a slouch, kinda shuffling, and he had the act of “nonchalant” down to an art. You would think he was harmless and move on. I watched him use it many times. People would suspect him but let him pass simply because of the way he looked.
By Jennifer Reinolds6 years ago in Criminal