Personal Narrative: Why I Go To Jail

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

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.

Finally the day has come that Jr. and I. get out of jail. We had our good friend T-dawg pick us up. He pulled up in his Chevy impala with his 28 inch spinner rims and competition hydraulic lifts. He pulled up and simply said get yo cracka pasty lookin selves up in my whip before I pop a cap in yo man. Jr. and I simply responded we didn’t know you had a daughter and that we missed him too. T-dawg was always such a nice guy he used to give homemade candy to all the adults and kids on the street in exchange for just a little bit of cash.

I'm turning 18 soon and I want to clarify my freedoms if I'm going to continue living with my parents. I'm afraid they'll continue to restrict me like they have for the past 17 years. If I'm living under their roof, are they allowed to tell me that I can't go out? Living there is a generosity, so legally, I don't think they can hold me from going out, but they could not let me back in (which they'd never do, but it's always possible). And for house rules, I completely understand taking out the trash, doing the dishes, but do they really have that much power over me that they can set a bed time. This may be a sit-down-and-talk-about-it-issue with my parents, but legally is this possible? And lastly, my dad said he would give me his old car which

The next thing I know, I’m going in a cell in the police station . Being confused why I was there, I asked why, and the response I got was “you're going to court in half hour”. IN half in hour,I was in trial for stealing money and counterfeiting. By the end of the trial I was sentenced to 20 years of Juvy.

So when I first got there I had the idea that it was a mock trial. It was not until we start and they started going over the history of the Texas Supreme Court and how they are able to travel thought the state did I realize that the court cases were real. Which, I am glad that they were real cases because that would have been boring if they were mock. So once I got that all right in my head I started to focus on the cases the first one was at some point difficult to follow to quote my friend who’s in high school “I don’t get why everybody is so mad about so ranch there is plenty of it at Walmart at leas that’s what that one dude said”. Now, my friends, he is the class clown, so I knew it was a joke but he did ask me “for real why did he keep

name is Silky Bob, and sadly my best friend, Jimmy Wells, has just arrested me. I thought we were friends he and I, but I guess the law was more important. I looked at the note Jimmy gave me. Then I shed a cold, salty tear on my pale cheek. As I think to myself I ask, is this really happening to me? Did my best friend really arrest me? I turned my head to the driver and asked, “Which prison are we going to?”

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.

A teenagers boss put him on the corner holding a sign, but it wasn't to drum up business for his company, Precision Construction & Investments, LLC.

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.

I started to think if Greta loses hope then there's no hope at all in this trial. Will time was passing I started to think for a back up plan. If the jury was clearly going to state me as guilty I would put it into action three day's before It really started to pick up. I also thought about the consequences for this plan after what seemed for hours the day finally came too an end and we all headed out. Clearly I'm going back too my cell at this point I've slightly gotten over my parents death, yes its sad too see them go, but I knew they were gonna soon one way or another from the fact my parents gave birth too us later in there lives around 38 too be exact and they weren't the healthiest of people also so it didn't really hit me hard. afterwards we went to the jail cells and I back I went too my cell with three other people. The three other people located in my cell was first ,Braham Deyan D'aramitz, Dara Mitra Wilms, Sidney Geiger Shahar. Braham's nick name was Bram she was a 7'4 messy dark blonde hair she was extremely buff she was for murder, Sidney went with Sid She was 5'8 Tanned skin with her hair being a reddish brown she was in for a bank robbery, Dara Was very pal she had straight blackhair 4'10 she was in for mass murder. That night devised a plan the three other people in my cell but we had to do something else first, we had too fined a map of the place which was going to be easier then it sounds from the fact I literally can just ask Greta to get me copy of it. Then after that was too happen one of us would have too get a key to the cells this was going to be quite the feat. We all were assigned a task Bram was the one too find police uniforms for everyone. Dara was the one to find the cell key. Sidney was the one to find a way for us to get out. It was the easy part of figuring out the plan but to complete it it was gonna take brains over brawn's. 10 days past

I cannot tell you how many times an adult has looked down on me because I am a child and they think they are wiser. Yet, many instances I am more knowledgeable on the subject than they are. In 1 Timothy 4:12, God commands His people, “Don’t let anyone think less of you because you are young. Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity.” A couple of Sunday’s ago, I attended Charge. Charge is a local outreach from Southeastern University in Lakeland, FL that brings the gospel to LKLD. I had an absolutely amazing experience. Most of those kids do not come from a wealthy or even stable home. Being able to interact and just love on those kids was truly a God moment. Some are not

I still remember like it was a year ago, the first and last time that I was in jail because of him. My uncle Jackson called as usual to tell me that Luke was in Jail for stealing fruits from different baskets of the woman at the central market. I waited till the weekend to go to Chicago to pay his bail because I could not be absent from my job. I was going back to Oakland, one of the many dangerous neighborhoods. Everything had changed and right inside the house, I was hearing gun shots every one hour and a half or two hours, I found myself ben scared like never before. Nothing was the same. Later that evening that I arrived, I asked my uncle to go along with me to show he station where my brother was locked. We drove thirty minutes to get to our destination, I was so angry because my brother was there with his friends but he was the

The cold steel refreshed my hand as I grasped the handle to enter the phone booth. Inside laid the payphone sitting silent in the claustrophobic room. It had always trapped me when I entered, and created an atmosphere of a jail cell. Luckily, my reason for entering always masked that imaginary environment because it was to connect with others and not to be left alone. Although, on that typical sticky warm Florida afternoon the jail cell surfaced and I felt like there was no escape. I was a prisoner in my own mind; being beaten up by regret and taunted by sorrow. But, as my tears fell and my mind continued to race with grief I grew stronger and my morals shifted molding me along with them. That phone call that day changed my outlook on life