Robert Trotman's Life Story

Donny Hall entered prison in 1981, who was convicted of rape. In prison, he made a lot of trouble, such as cutting himself, spitting on the officer, throwing urine and feces, and so on. The staff in the prison couldn’t handle such trouble any longer, and they made a final decision to send him to Oakwood Correctional Facility, where inmates were treated more as patients than prisoners. Donny’s behavior is always changing, from good to bad, from bad to good, and then from good to bad again. As a result, he has been to Oakwood Correctional Facility for eighteen times.

I found this passage interesting because it left me thinking and analyzing it for some time. I didn’t quite understand it at first, especially the screaming part. Initially I thought it was the prisoner's form of suicide, but after a while I realized that it was only after he stared at his reflection for a couple seconds, that he let out the blood curdling scream. This lead me to conclude, that the man yelled out of shock and fear because he no longer recognized himself. When we

The cashier stated that the couple had smelled like gas. She also asked them if they had been working on cars. The cashier stated that the couple did not answer the question, and they asked if they could have change for a $10. Robert then told the cashier to take all of the money out of the cash register. He pulled out a water bottle filled with gasoline and a lighter. He told the woman that if she did not give him the money, then he would light her on fire.

You will be burned! Burned to a cinder! Turned into ashes!” (Pg 31 Wiesel) I feel that that even though fire seemed to be an important way put fear in the inmate's.

Ian Manuel was a thirteen year old boy when he and a couple older boys attempted to rob a house. When they entered the house, the homeowner, Debbie Baigre, was still inside. She resisted the robbery, and Ian shot her. Ian pleaded guilty and was sentenced to life imprisonment without parole in an adult prison. The prison staff put him in solitary confinement in fear that he would be sexually abused by the other prisoners because of his inability to defend himself. Ian spent eighteen years in solitary confinement, with little break from his cell that was “the size of a walk-in closet.” At this point, and perhaps prior, many people would lose all hope. Ian had no family nor friends to reach out to, but Ian had one last desperate attempt to change anything. With his monthly phone call, he reached out to Debbie Baigre, the woman he shot. He told her of his horrific experiences and asked her forgiveness. She was sympathetic to his story and even wanted to help him. She was interviewed and quoted

On September 2, 2015, Charles Kendrick, a student in Criminal Justice 105 presented a personal experience he had with the law. Charles Kendrick explained to his classmates about a graphic situation that occur to him when he was sixteen. Kendrick’s older brother was shot and killed in front of his own eyes. Due to the amount of anger Kendrick had inside him, he decided to grab a bat, and take matters into his own hands. Charles Kendrick was arrested that night, for assaulting someone with a weapon. He shared with the class, about his experience being behind bars. Kendrick explained, that during his time behind bars, he only had two hours outside of his cell. He also shared that everyone had to wake up around four in the morning for breakfast;

Upon my arrival, I spoke with the victim in the case identified as Joe Rush. He advised me on November 20, 2015, at approximately 2:00 AM, he was hanging out with Allen Warren, suspect, and Samantha Henderson, witness. Joe Rush told that he fell asleep by the camp fire and came to Allen Warren striking him on the head region. He advised he tried to get up to get away but Allen Warren pushed him down and got on top of him and started striking him several more times. At that time, Samantha Henderson said his legs are on fire, that's when Allen Warren got off

During this time, as wounded and deceased soldiers arrived at the hospital in England, Joe was forever affected by what he saw, smelled, and heard. The deceased were charred lumps. The smell of burned flesh filled the nostrils of the medical staff. The painful wailing of the injured, suffering from horrific burns, was heart wrenching. Joe had never seen such devastation and destruction before.

Norman Maclean's book, Young Men and Fire, recreates the tragedy of the Mann Gulch fire. His ambition to have this lamentable episode of history reach out and touch his readers triumphs in extolling the honor and respect deserved by the thirteen smoke jumpers who died. This book is a splendid tribute to the courageous efforts of such men, as well as a landmark, reminding mankind to heed the unpredictable behavior and raw power of nature.

The story of Robert Elliott Burns contributed to the reform of the Georgia state prison and correctional system by bringing public awareness and scrutiny to a couple of issues that were previously not paramount. One issue of contention was the type of treatment that Burns and the other prisoners were subjected to while incarcerated. The indications are that they were handled and managed in forceful and potentially brutal manner.

Every man I think had on his mind, ‘How will I react under fire? '"

Are you an American that has read any piece of news in the past month? Okay, so you've probably heard of David Sweat. He and Richard Matt made an improbable escape from a New York prison, resulting in a manhunt and a news sensation. Richard Matt was shot dead, and eventually David Sweat was also found and shot. He, however, lived to tell his story- he just won't have someone to tell it to. Sweat is being released from the hospital and returning to prison, confined to a prison cell for nearly the entirety of every day. The perfect escape plan, which involved years of planning, cultivating, manipulation, and deception, has ended as an abject failure for everyone involved.

“MUM! Wait!” I yell. My throat is sore, partly from the yelling, but mostly from the running. The thick, night fog blocked my vision of the path ahead completely, only allowing the occasional glow of the street lamps barely come in sight. I don't remember why I’m running or where I’m headed exactly, just that something is going to happen. Something bad; but what? I trust my instincts to guide me through the maze of eerily empty streets and parked cars. I thought I’d seen something move in the corner of my eye, that’s when I hear the deafening explosion to my right. I cower beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the supposed flames. I don’t feel anything. I realize why. Towering above me, a pair of worried eyes cautiously

The smoke of the flames engulfed my nostrils. It was as if someone had put a pound of ashes inside my nose. I quickly ran for my life outside of the bus. I could see a cloud of smoke, following me as I ran. Today was suppose to be a normal day of freedom riding and preaching. Instead, it was a day filled with chaos and tumult. This was the first and last time I have ever freedom rode.

Once one of the prisoner’s is released, he is forced to look at the fire and the objects that once made up his perceived reality, and realizes that the new images he is made to acknowledge are now the accepted forms of reality.