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Importance of criminal justice in society
Importance of criminal justice in society
Importance of criminal justice in society
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I remember when things changed. It was the summer of 2017. I was a just a little girl, eight years old. I was sitting on the couch, eating popcorn, and watching television. Everything was normal, until 5:00pm when the news comes on. The screen flashed in an instant and the headlines read “breaking news!” I was frightened because I saw my mother and father rush over to where I was sitting. I glanced at my mom and I could tell she was frightened as well. “Mom whats going on?” I asked. She didn't respond. I could tell that she, as well, didn't know exactly what was going on. “Dad?” He didn't even glance at me. I gave up on trying to ask what was going on, so I decided to just watch the news to find out myself. I watched intently, at first I To make sure that they are separated and not living together, a wall has been built. This wall is 20 feet tall and is electric so that nobody would cross it.” The news reporter announced. “We had many people question why this law was passed. The answer to this is that the wealthy citizens want to live in a much more modern and efficient way. With nobody that is struggling or has issues and problems. An organization that is made up of wealthy citizens thought that this law would be more helpful. An easier way for everyone, so that people with the same job or issue will be living in the same area. Everyone will be determined rather which side you will be living on. We do not know yet how they will do this.” I only understood some of it, but I was scared. I have never been this scared before. To see this wall that split our city in half, that scared me. To see my parents scared, that scared me more than anything. I have never seen my parents But we have to hope that everything is going to be okay.” “What’s going to happen after everyone is separated?” I asked. “Life justs goes on.” Dad responded. Putting his hand on my shoulder, “Don't worry about it too much Elena. “Okay.” I answered back. We continued our regular Saturday. Dad was off of work, he is an engineer, and Mom gets the summer off because she's is a teacher. We sat down on the couch watching a movie, and pretended everything was normal. Until we heard a knock at the front door. My Mom got up and went to answer it. My Dad got up as well and looked out the window. I saw his face turn from normal to terrified. He glanced at Mom with a worry look, and then at me. He grabbed my arm a pulled me aside, away from the door. “I want to give you this.” He said, and handed me a necklace. It was a silver chain with a symbol charm attached to it. “Why are you giving it to me?” I asked. “I made it, it means to be brave, and I want you to be brave. Who knows what's going to happen, and no matter what, I want you to be brave. You understand?” He said. “Yes, I understand.” “You have to always wear it, you promise
“I took a deep breath and listened to the deep brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” She wears the latter part of this quote on a necklace to remind herself that she is present and alive despite hardships.
, ‘My apples will never get across and eat the cones under his pines, and I tell him. He only says, good fences make good neighbours.’ This shows that there is clearly no substantial reason for the wall to be built but one neighbour carries the view that ‘good neighbours make good fences’ and no
. I applied to graduate school with the long term goal of working in a correctional facility. A childhood friend of mine was arrested and sent to prison in August 2007. I saw him four years after his incarceration. These four years definitely took a toll on his physical appearance and his way of thinking. He is 25 and has the looks of a young person whose youth has been wasted. As I sat with him, I had high hopes of being able to laugh out loud while reminiscing about the past. However, I became upset and tears of sadness trickled down my face. He confided to me thoughts of suicide. He explained to me in prison terminology or street talk, one must never drop the soap. I sobbed as he continued to talk about his sentence. At times, his words
Something happened my sophomore year of high school that little did I know would change my perspective, not only of myself, but life in general. I was looking for something new and exciting to enhance my high school existence and decided to give the Criminal Justice Club a try. I was familiar with the advisor of the club, but knew that the club had astigmatism for attracting those students who were just looking for something easy to do. I knew about the criminal justice system, but only what they show on Law and Order. However, I immediately fell in love, not only with the club but the entire prospect of Criminal Justice. I stepped into the club as if it were a place I belonged and easily became a leader. I was able to learn things the TV shows
Bang! Crack! Screech! Pop! These are the sounds that interrupted me from playing with my cousin. My mind raced to see what exactly had happened. I run out of the house and to the courtyard. My cousins want me to come back in, they said zombies were walking the streets and that the government sent troops to kill them. I denied it, so I ran out to the street to see what happened. My heart pounded and my stomach grew anxious as the aroma of bacon and engine oil filled the air. As I grew closer to the scene, men shed blood from their eyes alike the woman. As I walked closer and cut through the crowd, a cold and simple wind had ripped the thoughts out of my head. It was a grieving mother over her son's body. His body fresh and mutilated from the crash. Shattered ribs and guts exposed. His head had exploded and his
I remember hearing the day before about people protesting. People were talking about these protests being violent and that it had happened before. That night I went to sleep scared knowing that the next day I had school. I was hoping that school would be cancelled the next day and if they hadn't then my mom wouldn't let me go, but knowing the school system there was no way they were going to close schools and my mom would not let me stay home if the school didn't close because if I didn't attend school there was a good chance they would fail me for that year. The next day I woke up still scared, I got ready and waited for my sisters to come out, so we could walk like we usually did every day. Walking to school everything was normal, and everyone was going about their business. It seemed like nothing was going to happen and I was relieved.We walked until we reached our favorite morning food stand and I bought my sisters and I plantain chips and we continued to walk down the dusty street until it was time for me to go a different route. We said our goodbyes. I waited until I couldn't see them anymore and crossed the street into the neighborhood with the weird little white church that constantly had people screaming, I've heard many things about this church.
When I look back on my first case as a detective, I think to myself, Gosh that was one that almost got away. Thank goodness I was on ball and working with such an amazing Criminal Minds Investigative Team, or CMIT for short. Each of us on the team has our own specialty. Mine is noticing inconsistencies and the small details that many people over look. The others in the groups are Bob; he’s great at the law and interpreting the loop holes. Sue, her main area is body language. She sees a bead a sweat and knows the difference between exercise and guilt. Then there’s Eric; he’s an outstanding athlete. He can keep up with and out run most bad guys. Together, we make up the last line of defense when local authorities are struggling with
Those blocks (block, block, block) in just plain gray (gray, gray, gray): the perfect surroundings to leave one's mind blank... or insane.
As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the car, the questions began.
It was a cold, wet, sunny day in New York City. I had just gotten up and looked out the window when what did I see? I saw two policemen right outside the J & L Car Care shop examine a man outside that shop. I wondered what they were doing and what that man ever did to get policemen examine him. I mean he doesn't look like a criminal. So that's when I got up from my nice and warm bed to go ask my mom or dad about what was happening out there. I went down the cold creaky steps I stepped on the first step and started to regret not putting socks on. When I got downstairs I found out that my dad had already gone to work and my mom was nowhere to be seen. So I just went up to my sister Mariyana, and asked her what was happening out there. She replied
“Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, My brother’s was worth a pocket watch.” When people have their basic rights removed they all react differently, some fight, some do nothing and some find ways around it. My beliefs are that people should have the right to freedom of speech, freedom from unjustified arrest, no interference with privacy, home or family, the right to life liberty, and personal security, and freedom from mistreatment or torture.
I remember one particular time there had been a rash of break-ins in the parking garage in the apartment building I lived in. When I heard about what was happening I prayed over my car and fully expected that no evil would befall it. One morning after that when I got to my car, I saw that someone had tampered with the door lock and I realized that they tried to break into it. I immediately got angry and began to complain and accuse God of not protecting my car.
The judge entered the room. The prosecutor and I stood and the court case was now in session. The prosecuting attorney stated the charges. It was now my turn to defend my client as the defense. I had no idea what to do. I stood up and began to speak. The prosecutor looked very confident as i began to speak, but the further i went, the more nervous and shaky he became. My client was charged on the account of breaking and entering. I managed to somehow use my creativity to worm my way out of this situation being that my client was guilty and confessed. After the session concluded the camp counselor came up to me and said that my defense was one of the most creative and unorthodox win he has ever witnessed.
Drifting like clouds, smoke continuously poured out of my cigar. Tapping my feet and biting my lips I observed all the clues of the murder, I clenched my fists and flipped through the numerous pages of information. Abruptly, I heard a knock at the door and calmly told the person to come in. Expectedly, Al, my co-worker lent me updated information about the murder of my partner, I signaled him my thanks and told him that he may leave. Creaking, the door shuts lightly and I focused back onto my work, eventually I had the urge for revenge and set out to assassinate the man myself.
When I was a little kid I was fascinated with the way the Police Department did their duty I began playing as a Police Officer at the age of five; my first role was a Chief in the game in Criminals vs Police game a small old-fashioned theatre in my birthplace of Nacogdoches in United States, Texas was where I would spend most of my free time, and summer vacation as a juvenile.