Personal Narrative: The Criminal Justice System

Hey little brother sorry you can't call. I don't have any money on the phone. I haven't spoken with Mj in a month. I am so heartbroken. Your wife told me the great news and I am so happy for you both. Like I told Lamont I really don't talk to no one in Michigan. Kristy (1-2 times a week) Aretha and Fred (every other 3-4 months) maybe. Mom and Cass never. So that's that. You, Lamont and Mj are my concerns as long as you all let me be in your lives I will be. I love all my family dearly; however, along the way we have lost vital parts of who we are as a family. I think long incarcerations have made some feel that they are not family. Many people have forgotten who they are as simply Africans but on a basic level in this family we have forgotten

Lazo is Mexican, as soon as he told me I thought, “Great his abusive and over controlling” and Mrs. Lazo is Cuban I naturally gravitate towards Cubans since I’m Cuban myself. I start switching my attention to Joel and Noel and ask them how they got their burn marks on the top of their hands. Mr. Lazo cuts me off as soon as I was going to respond and says, “They were trying to help us cook and both of them got burned.” I focused my attention back on the parents and asked their economic status. Mr. Lazo said he worked in landscaping and Mrs. Lazo stayed home and cleaned the house. I could feel my eyes getting bigger and I hoped they didn’t notice because how is she home all day and this place looks like hoarder village. I asked Mrs. Lazo if she ever had a job and quickly Mr. Lazo responded, “NO, she’s a housewife. She takes care of the kids, cooks and cleans, like she’s suppose to.” Immediately I knew it was time to call my supervisor. I’ve heard and seen enough for me to know when to pull back. I excused myself at 6:45 PM and called my supervisor Sherry to tell her that she needed to let someone else take over. Sherry said, “I know you can handle it, you’ve gone to the workshops and I’ve seen the improvements you’ve made. Just listen and try to understand their situation.” I took 3 deep breaths and went back inside the house and started giving them a safety plan that they had to follow through and I told them I would be back in one month on Saturday, October

The midnight sky is pitch black with only a slight gleam of light emanating from the moon. The night is so silent that even a pin drop could be heard from miles away. No one is stirring and the world has drifted off into a deep sleep. The night seems blissfully peaceful. But the silence is torn by the sound of rustling leaves in the distance. Two dark shadows emerge from the forest and gaze heavily at the sleeping house. The two figures slowly creep towards the house with devious thoughts racing through their minds. They begin to tear open the window screen and quietly crawl into the house. A flashlight pierces through the darkness and flutters through the rooms. The figures begin to rummage through the house and fill their hands with wealth.

On 04/18/2016 I assisted Sgt. Patterson on a traffic stop in the 900 block of East K-53 HWY, Sumner County, Kansas. When I drove past I observed an older four door passenger vehicle stopped on the north side of the road with Sgt. Patterson's patrol vehicle behind it with emergency equipment activated. I turned around of K--53 and pulled in behind Sgt. Patterson, I activated my rear emergency lights and walked to the passenger side window of Sgt. Patterson's patrol vehicle. In the vehicle he had stopped I could see two white males sitting in the front driver and passenger seats, Sgt. Patterson was already back in his vehicle and was running the occupants information with SUCO 911. Sgt. Patterson told me that the passenger was moving around

This letter is to detail when I crossed the border into the United States. In 1999 I arrived to Tijuana, Mexico I do not remember the day or the month exactly. A lady came up wondering that if I was going to cross the United States, and I said yes, then she took me to a men. The man said to me that it could help me to cross into the United States, and I accepted. He took me to Tecate, Mexico where he had 10 more people, when we arrived to tecate, Mexico at 6 in the afternoon, We went up to the first 8 in a truck and we were driving us as 1 1/2 approximately. From there we went walking in the mountains, we walked about 5 hours, until we came to a river or canal of water there they already had a chamber of water used as a lifeguard. They told us that this water was a dirty water or black waters.

Justice for Trayvon Martin. No justice, no peace. Hands up, don’t shoot. The first time I ever visited UC Berkeley I heard these chants, saw these signs, and felt the anger as I protested that black lives matter alongside students and locals. Two months later I return to UC Berkeley for a debate tournament and make it to the elimination rounds for the first time in a Lincoln Douglas event. One year later and I attend an empowering women of color conference that sparks my passion for social justice and my love for learning about race and gender inequality. Eight months later and I show my cousin around the school that I find to be beautiful and inspiring. A week ago my former classmate gave me a tour around the school and I realized that this

In a nation that prides itself on the fact that everyone accused of a crime — murderers, rapists — has the right to a lawyer, undocumented immigrants, even when they are unaccompanied

“The Sheriff´s office has issued a mandatory evacuation order for your area.” A phone call like that will get you out of bed in a hurry, and it’s something you don’t get used too. I grew up in Ramona, California, a small rural town with not much to offer. Mountains, farm animals, hillbillies and fires… all a part of Ramona.

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.

Hey how are you doing? My name is Sheterrica Lenard and I've been working since I was 16 years old and I have all the experience that is required for this position. I have 5 years of experience in supervising and coordinating work of other correctional officers, I also can drive passenger vehicles and trucks used to transport inmates to other institutions, courtrooms, hospitals and work sites. I counsel inmates and respond to legitimate questions, concerns, and requests. I have also participate in required job training. After being in school for 8 years, majoring inn this field, I know I meet all required standards for this position. Although not all police departments require their detectives to possess a college degree, the shift toward a

My trial was hard and brutal. The hardest thing was to see that people, that I didn’t even know, want me dead for something that I am physically not capable of doing. You all know me, and who I really am. Most of you probably don’t care about what I have to say, and most of you don’t care what happens to me, but I know some of you do truly believe me. I was framed, and the evidence even proves that I didn’t do it, but no one believes a black man .I mean how could I choke a strong woman like Mayella, and keep her down to where she can’t get up, with my crippled arm. I would never do such a thing to anyone, and I hope you all know that. This justice system is not fair, and I knew there would be no way out of this mess.

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Carlos has been in mexico for several months, And today was the day to go back. He got money to get a coyote to help him go to the border without getting caught. But there was something different about this one but Carlos did not get so worried. He trusted him. So Carlos payed him and then the coyote did his job he led them to the border will that is what carlos and the other people thought they were going so they walked and walked. They then got to a point to where they could see the border. They stopped and checked to see if there was anyone close.Carlos did not see no one or neither did the other people but secretly there was a cop hidden in the bushes which they did not see. But the person that did see them was the one that was leading them. The leader of the group was secretly working for the immigration.. The leader got payed to bring people to the border just so that they could catch them and then the leader would also get payed from the immigration for helping them. So then today it was carlos turn to go to jail. But he did not know that carlos said “ let's go we did not come all the way over here just to see the better life from far far let's go” they then started walking.

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I quickly woke up to the sounds of loud sirens, I have no idea what is going on as I try to regaining my position. I'm noticing my hands are cuffed as I start to quickly realize what is going on. I start to frantically panic as my eyes finally adjust to my surroundings. I see that I'm clearly in the back of a cop car. I observed that the police officer is seeing that he is periodically looking in the rear view mirror then back to the road. I irrationally start to spit out nonsense before I solidly ask him in a shaky voice, “w-w-whats going on, why am I in here?” He looks back at me, giving out a quick chuckle, “oh you clearly know what you did darling, don't act innocent.” I then reply back, quickly giving him a confused stare “n-no