Being A 17 Year Old Fugitive

I saw what I thought was a Vietnamese family, and we were being attacked by mortars. I grabbed that family and yelled at them to take cover. I tried to push them into the house. Unfortunately they were not Vietnamese villagers, and turned out to be people that lived close to downtown Denver. I was later arrested thinking that the police were the Vietcong. I kicked out the rear window of the police car to escape.”

I soon fell asleep and woke up to the sound of traffic and people yelling as if someone ate the last piece of pie on Thanksgiving. Being half sleep my eyes weren’t fully dilated so I couldn’t see but with one wipe and a closer look at the sign I see the words, “Lew Sterrett Justice Center”. We had arrived at the local jail of the Dallas County. As we walk to the entrance, I was so scared I grabbed papa hand hard as possible. We came to a huge black door with tinted windows so no one could see through. Papa pushed a big red button to the right of the door that mad a loud horn sound. Then the door slowly opened and revealed a room with a door, metal detector and two officers.

I was on my way to pick up a pizza I just ordered, and I was driving my roommate car. It was a black 2007 Cadillac CTS. So as I’m driving down the street I notice that they are a lot of police cars and I’m telling a friend of mine that was riding with me something isn’t right. I get to the last block on the street and I spotted another cop car and he flashes his lights and gets right behind me. Right before I know it about 10 plus police cars pull up flashing bright lights and blocking the entire street off. My teammate that was riding with we was so scared I had to calm him down. They had us sitting in the car for about 20 minutes and also have red beams all over the car, so now I’m getting a little nervous then finally they speak and give me all these direction to get out the car and when I finally turned around it was so many guns in face. I instantly get mad and filled with anger. They told me turn around and walk backwards then someone cuffed me and put me in the car. They did the same to my teammate. The cops were so scared it freaked me out. Then they rushed the car with their guns pointed at each angle of it thinking whoever they were looking for was in there. Once they realized we were good they asked us questions and let us know that they were looking for two black males in a black Cadillac. The two guys they were looking for had shot somebody. What’s crazy is, none of

At that point I started to think this is not going to be easy. I arrived at the Air Operations office and managed to get the attention of the Air Operations Officer I showed him my orders and the pilots in the room gathered around, each saying that he should do it since he needed more air time. Believe it or not they set me with my own private flight close to my destination and they scheduled it for 5 P.M. I'm thinking this is easier than I thought. We loaded the equipment on to the C-47 maybe a DC-3. I took my seat, any seat I wanted since I was the only passenger. I sat looking out the window at the lights of the cities we are passing over and, thinking 'is this great or what'. At just about this time the Copilot walks up to me and tells me that we are icing up, and wanted to know if it would be OK with me if we landed at Selfridge AFB. After getting over the shock that they would ask me, a lowly Airman, permission to land. I said sure, but radio ahead and tell them that we have classified equipment on board and to make provisions for its security. Nothing prepared me for what happened next. We landed and were immediately surrounded by at least a dozen Air Police vehicles; with lights flashing that escorted us to a space with even more Air Police with guns. As I walked

I saw a tall man in a long overcoat, with his collar turned up to his ears. He rushed directly to me. I assumed it was Jimmy Wells, since he knew my name. We both started talking about the old restaurant, which was torn down. Then, we both started to talk about the twenty years that had passed. Then I realized it was not Jimmy Wells. It was a soldier who brought me a piece of paper from Jimmy. I sure was scared to unfold the piece of paper. And as soon as I unfolded the paper and read it, I was under arrest for being wanted in Chicago. The End my fellow

We crawled out of the river and passed out, and we woke up in a police station. The policeman asked us many questions about why we were so dirty and sleeping in the grass and where are we from what are we doing and if we were runaway slaves. We answer his questions truthfully for we thought as long as we were in the North we were free. He told us that he was against slavery but must enforce the law for it is his job, we were confused when he said this what law was he talking about? The policeman said that the United States congress has passed a law called the Fugitive Slave Act were if a runaway slave came to any of the free states they would have to be returned to their owner in the south. I felt the tears go down my face all of our hard work and the brutal traveling, we had done was all just for us to be sentenced to death back where we had come

Angelica Ibarra SOCL 4960 Senior Seminar Spring 2016 Response Paper On The Run Fugitive Life in an American City In the book On The Run Fugitive Life in an American City by Alice Goffman, the book focuses on fugitive life of blacks going back on the street and trying to avoid going back to the horrible cell they once were in, while at the same time having their fugitive life actions affect the community as a whole and most importantly their families. The struggle of being in and out of prison on multiple occasions and then trying to regain their lives back is not easy. There is struggling with police officers getting in the way and using any method possible to create fear in fugitive’s families to get any information they possibly can.

You’re sitting at your house, you hear a knock at the door. You go and open it and to your surprise it’s the police. They’re turning you around and placing cold metal handcuffs on you while you’re getting read your miranda rights and spread eagle against the cop car while you’re searched. You’re being slung into the back of a cop car and driven to the police station, sirens wailing. When you arrive you get your picture taken, but you don’t smile. They take your finger and dip it in ink, then push it down hard on a piece of paper. They then put you back into the police car and drive you to another location. You’re still handcuffed, and you’re taken in. They put you in a dress, they put cold, heavy, loud shackles on your ankles.

A million thoughts were running through my head as we drove from Savannah, Georgia International Airport in the dead of night. I along with 50 other new recruits were herded on to a bus and told to put our heads down as they drove around for what seemed like hours. The recruiters used this as a disorienting and scare tactic, so we would have no idea where we were. As we arrived at Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island, I thought to myself, “holy shit, am I really doing this?” As the bus pulled to a stop a drill instructor stepped on to the bus. He began shouting unintelligible words at us in a raspy, gruff voice. The only words I was able to understand were “off” and “bus”. I didn’t give it a second thought, I was off the bus as fast

I was walking to open the door when i heard a loud bang and saw my door hitting my wood floors then the swat team said "put your hands up your under arrest for the murder of Ralph Burns " I listened and slowly put my hands up I was extremely confused who is Ralph Burns? Then one of the police men took my hands and put them behind my back then put tight hand cuffs on me. They took me to a police car and put me inside.i asked the officer driving the car what the heck is going on he said I'm not at the authority to tell you . Now I'm sitting in a holding cell. Well I'm waiting I might as well tell you who is am hi I'm Stefan I'm a high school student in Arizona I had a pretty

That morning was a wakeup call in more ways than one. Shirtless, just in my night shorts on a chilly winter morning with all the neighbors that have now woken up due to the commotion staring like it's a Broadway show. Standing next to my father with a look on his face of true disappointment as he watches me beg, plead, and ask if there is anything I can do to keep this from happening, and with a stern voice, smoke coming from his mouth the overwhelmingly large repo man says once again “the

My heart began to race faster than a cheetah, my legs were numb, and I couldn’t tell whether or not I was actually running. The feeling of the crisp and hot summer air quickly entering my lungs felt rough, while the air was escaping even faster. As I struggle to look behind to see if he was close enough to get me I tried to exclaim while trying to grasp some air for my lungs, “Xouse, he’s gaining, on us, come on!”. As the hot asphalt burnt the bottom of my shoes off, I continued running into the alley of two apartment complexes as my cousin followed. I looked at Xouse, I saw the agony on his face, my vision went blurry, next thing I knew I was standing in front of a wall, with nowhere to go. I looked back to see if we were finally safe, and then I knew, I should have never left the by myself.

I felt my eyes open and I heard a loud buzzing noise, I realized I was in a plane. I tried to sit up but I felt tied and sleepy I never knew why. I finally had enough strength to sit up, I saw someone hovering over me. It was the person who was at my door, I quickly took a glance at my body I was wearing jeans and a shirt I never remember wearing this. The person standing over me finally said something and it was like he knew what I was going to say “Sir you are on one of are any aircraft we are heading to England we are going to drop you of and you are a spy ready to head straight into that country”, “but sir I never agreed to such thing” I replied. “We know but you are under military control and we can make you do anything”, he replied.

I lit my cigar, and he saw my face. I finished my story and we conversed for a bit. He asked some questions and left. I waited for about 20 minutes before a man called my name, claiming he was Jimmy. We caught up with one another. I was on cloud 9, but then I fell. He revealed that he was not Jimmy, but instead an officer, and he placed me under arrest for theft. But before he took me to the station, he handed me a note from a man he called “patrolman

The moment they shut the door and I was on 24 hour lockdown I was sitting on a flat steel bed.I Had a orange jumpsuit on looking through a square glass. I Couldn’t talk to nobody but my celly. We had to meet one another get alone use the same Restroom.My celly and I had to put up a clothes line when we had to use the restroom. When me and my celly was on lockdown we had to take bird baths n a steel sink. My celly was 6’2 and Black. when he came to my cell I asked what was he in here for he told me then we was cool. He also had a orange jumpsuit on and slept on a steel bed. Me and my celly when we went to Chapel we had to walk with a Officer to go on the 6th floor. I was on a Steel bed, sitting down reading books and my 8 by 10 cell . As