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Incarceration, rehabilitation, recidivism: The reality of prison life and what it's like to be an inmate locked up behind bars.
Indian Criminal Justice System: Punishment for Sexual Violence
The Nirbhaya Rape Case The Nirbhaya case is a rape case that took place in India back in 2012 and brought the country’s already flawed justice system, especially with regard to women, into question. Rape is a crime second only to murder in terms of severity, yet there was a lot of controversy when it came to punishing the men responsible for the crime. The case took place in Delhi on a bus where the victim was brutally raped by six men and then left to die. Four of the offenders were hanged in accordance to the law. The victim was termed “Nirbhaya” which translates into fearless, to give her the respect she deserved despite dying because of the ordeal. The fifth committed suicide in jail in 2013 and the last man was spared the hanging since he was underage at the time of the rape. The seventeen-year-old was released from juvenile detention after serving three years which is the maximum sentence that can be given to a juvenile in India and he was also given a “sewing machine” to start a new life. Although this is the case, the four men in question were just recently hanged on March 20, 2020 finally bringing the case to a close. This case was the first of its kind to have sparked massive awareness against the violence that takes place against women on a daily basis in India.
By Nazneen Dubash4 years ago in Criminal
The stories that define us
Compassionate1 is a word that often gets thrown in my direction. It happens often; so often it actually scares me. I’ve known myself my whole life and as much as I’d like to say I always act compassionately, in honesty, I cannot. I recognize, if not fixate on, my short comings so I have wondered why this word became a descriptor of me. I've even wondered if it was due to the fact that I am a small woman? Will the descriptor change when I stand up for myself or others? Am I still compassionate when I walk away from abusers or hold systems accountable; or does my compassionate disposition disappear the moment I show a different face of humanity?
By jocelyn Townsend 4 years ago in Criminal
How I survived over 16 years in the Federal Prison System
I remember my first day in prison. Almost 17 years years later I still remember my first moments in prison. I think I remember the first day so vividly because it was a day of contrast. See for the ride to the prison the bus was freezing cold. On top of that we were dressed in these paper jump suits that were literally made of a paper fiber. One snag and the whole jumpsuit was ruined. But when we pulled in front of the Federal Prison in Coleman, FL. and got off the bus, it felt like 110 degrees. The Florida heat was on high just like the United States Penitentiary I was headed into.
By Keith Gaffney4 years ago in Criminal
Quadriplegic Man Dies While in Jail for Marijuana Possession
Jonathan Magbie died in jail on the fourth day of a 10-day marijuana conviction sentence. The 27-year-old was paralyzed from the neck down and needed a ventilator, wheelchair, and 24-hour care. Despite the jail promising they had the necessary equipment and staff to care for Magbie, he was hospitalized within hours of his booking, only for the hospital to release him and refuse to readmit him, despite jail officials pleading for them to do so.
By Criminal Matters5 years ago in Criminal
The Criminal Justice Process
In the United States, the criminal justice process occurs in several stages. Each of these stages contains a number of complex contingencies and procedures. Some of these procedures are so complicated that they are beyond the understanding of most laymen. Lawyers are interpreters of the law employed not only for criminal cases but also civil matters, such as lawsuits. There are two sides to every trial, the defense and the prosecution. To prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the accused is indeed guilty of the crime for which they are being tried is the job of the prosecution. Defense takes on the greater burden of refuting the evidence provided by the prosecution, usually through the cross-examination of prosecution witnesses and discrediting the prosecution’s evidence by way of expert counter-testimony.
By Mack Devlin5 years ago in Criminal
A Force To Be Reckoned With
Jack was taken from the county jail to the ‘Deuel Vocational Institution’ in Tracy. The primary purpose of DVI is to serve as a reception center for newly committed prisoners to the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation from northern California county jails.
By Jim Patterson5 years ago in Criminal
The Cake Was a Lie…
Well… looks like this is it. The day of my death has arrived at last. I’ve been on death row for so many years, I’ve lost count at this point. I’ve forgotten what my crime was, if I even had one to begin with. I sat alone in that cold, empty stone cell for what seemed like days. They had put us into the hardest prison to break out of. All the walls were lined with steel an inch thick in the already thick cement walls. All of the other inmates were screaming suddenly, yelling and throwing slurs left and right. I sat numbingly staring at the wall, waiting for my time to finally come. There was a loud metal click as the lock to my cage was unhinged. The door creaked open loudly as the guard came to collect me. My head lolled over to look at them. “It’s time.” I walked over with a hunch, grudgingly swaying as they clicked the handcuffs on my wrists. Way too tight for any sort of comfort. Walking slowly down the hall with my head down, there were many inmates screaming. Saying that I didn’t deserve the death sentence, that they were too harsh with my punishment. There were others that just watched me with a grin, glad to see me go at last. I had made a lot of friends in here before my trial, but I guess I made some enemies too. Away from all the inmates, as their screams and shouts became distant, everything became darker. You could smell the stench of death that emanated through the air. Toxic chemicals, burned flesh, and other odors you wouldn’t even want to identify.
By Dani Lucille5 years ago in Criminal
Every Moment Counts
525,600 minutes 525,000 moments so dear 525,600 minutes How do you measure? Measure a year? This song plays in my head each morning, as I scratch another day off on the wall. Only for me, it’s been 4,207,680 minutes. That’s right eight years. Eight years in the same cell, and only three days to go. Well, 4,000 minutes to be exact!
By Nicoleta Marangou5 years ago in Criminal
