Personal Narrative: Breaking The Law

This is Platt. I am a thirty-two year old male negro. I hail from Georgia. I am what you would call “Contraband”. I have been endlessly working on a plantation for my whole adult life until this year when I have escaped my master and gone up to the great country of Canada. Living on a plantation working in the blazing sun day in and day out has deeply affected me. According to Gordon, a slave whom I met from Mississippi, has showed me his many scars from whippings that he received from attempting to escape. They were even worse than mine. From this, I have concluded that I am lucky. Another fellow named Wilson Chinn told me that he was branded with spiked iron collars, heavy ankle and wrist chains, spiked paddles and leg stiffening brackets.

After checking every photo taken during the investigation, the Deputy District Attorney, Michelle Trego asked the detectives to interview the witnesses again. “We want to make certain she pays for this crime,” Michelle said riding up in the elevator with Detective Wallace.

“And this woman's case stands she broke the law and she committed the worst crime which is a death” Is there any objections”

After we left the jail I went to work. While I was at work Debra kept texting me, because she wanted to talk about things.

It was a right of passage where I grew up. Beer cans littered the backroads and glistened in the moonlight. For miles around country music filled the honeysuckle perfumed air, boots hung out the passenger windows, and mud flung off the tires when we hit the highway burning rubber as far as the tires would let us. Those nights we spent on gravel roads making memories with long time friends are irreplaceable but it all changed in a split second on a beautiful, warm, and sunny morning. When my phone rang and his Moms voice came over the line and all I heard was "He's gone." Before the screaming started. It took me a while before I realized it was me screaming and I sat on the floor and waited for him to call. I thought if I waited long enough

That is where we put the whenever we are under way, that way they are not laying around, where they are on the floor and keep them dry and people from stepping on them and everything else. So, I don’t know, the buoys are actually tied to a rope that are tied to the rails and she would have had to have been up against the rail to have gotten her foot caught on it, so I don’t know, I don’t know. They are actually fenders or bumpers, buoys are actually what is out in the water that marks the shallow water or no wake and something like that. So, it would have been, if it was one of our fenders from the boat, they are, like I say, they are tied to ropes that are fastened to the rail and we set them over the side when we pull up to a

1. Whenever I was younger I had always heard “Not all heros wear capes” and I did not understand the significance of this phrase until I got interested in the law enforcement field. I saw men and women that wear blue put their lives on the line to keep us safe every single day. I became so passionate about the law enforcement field that my mother would always catch me watching investigation murder mysteries or shows like “Cops”. My interest only grew more and more as I got older. I would always try to comprehend why criminals would murder, steal and try to bring so much evil into the world. It is my goal that someday I would be one of these heros without a

On August 28, 1998, 19 years ago I was charged with theft. At the time of the offense, I was a very immature 18 year old teenager going through some hardships at home my parents were planning on separating. At that time I started hanging out with the wrong crowd of people. Due to peer pressure it lead me to make wrong decisions that I still regret to this day. One of my so-called friend was working at K-Mart he mention to me that I should go by the store and buy some stuff and that he would not charge me for some of the merchandise in exchange of me getting some of things for him that he that he would have ready for me in the store. To make feel reassured he said, that he had done this with some of our other friends. So I was easily convinced and went by the store when he told me to go. When I got to the store he had two televisions ready for me to pick up (I never thought it was going to be televisions) I went up to the register and said, to follow him as we walked outside the store manager

Kristine was sentenced to life in prison and they can not guarantee her another trial. Her lawyer is fighting for another trial because the evidence is strong enough to prove her as innocent. I do not think her outcome is fair because there is not enough evidence to prove her as guilty. The main reason I do not think she is guilty is because her son died with a high percentage of carbon monoxide in his blood, which means he was dead before the fire started. The fire was likely to have started in the space between the ceiling and roof because of faulty wires. With this evidence, I believe she is innocent.

A few years ago I wanted to watch a movie, but I didn’t have netflix and they didn’t have it in the movie theaters so I looked on youtube to see if they had the movie for free and they had one where you could pay money for it, but I didn’t want to pay so I found the movie for free and the movie was not 70 years old so it was still copyrighted. So basically I watched something that wasn’t mine and I didn’t pay for it, but at the time I didn’t know what copyright could really do to you. I didn’t realize that what I was doing effected the people who worked there and everybody who made the movie. So basically I broke the law at the age of eight without knowing.

I want to now describe the last jail experience this time it was an even more dreadful experience I was now sentenced to 6 months in jail. To bring you back to how I got to that point again I had the same approach every Sunday I went to church just like I have being doing all my life. Like all the other times when I arrived on the church campus I was met by one of the guards who asked me why I was hear and reiterated the point that I was not allowed on campus. After attempting to explain to him why they had no true reason for preventing me from attending church he eventually arrested me. After the arrest the same process transpired similar to all the other times. I was handcuffed and eventually picked up by the police who took me to the

It was 2015, my family and I were in Carrollton picking up my cousin who was caught drinking while driving. With my cousin’s bail money in hand, my father went up to the officer in charge and began talking to him. It was very late, and we were the only ones in the waiting room. As we sat in the gray, creaky chairs with nothing but the buzzing of the lights above us, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander as I was trying to figure out one thing my father had told my mother on the drive there:

I done robbed the most niggaz for money like the NBA with tickets, I’m never telling lies

I just wanted people to know about my experience with Judicial Systems of Tyler, TX and what it has done for my county (Midland). I came into office 5 years ago and was given the software that they have used for years for the jury summons. I was new to the District Clerk’s office so I just figured that we have had to deal with this jury system that was that. I talked to clerks at conferences and they were having the same problems of no shows, bad addresses, exemptions and deaths. My old software company would pull the jury wheel and send it to the State to be reconstituted and then plug it back in. I had to rely on the State and the software company to make sure everything was taken care of, it was not and never was, for 5 years. When

On a normal day, I was walking around my house. Soon, I got the idea about going to the park. I told my parents,”Can we go to the park today?” My dad said,”Okay, but wait for your little sister and older brother.” I waited until they came out. We soon set for the park. What we didn’t know is that one of us will get hurt.