racial profiling
Racial profiling in law enforcement is a deep-rooted issue with far-reaching ramifications; voice your take on 'broken-windows' policing and controversies surrounding race and crime.
Murder of Emmett Till Reopened Nearly 63 Years Later
When I was first introduced to the case of Emmett Till, I was teaching an English class at an adult learning centre. As part of an introductory activity leading into the study of To Kill A Mockingbird, students were to prepare a presentation about any historical situation, either past or present, that discussed notions of racism. A student called me over to ask me what I thought about what she'd put together on her presentation so far.
By Christina St-Jean8 years ago in Criminal
Criminal Justice System: Better or Worse
When I think of our criminal justice system, I think about the children our law-enforcement puts down. I think about Eric Garner who was suffocating and practically begged to get a gasp of air. Or about the time when a man was shot right next to his girlfriend because of a broken taillight. “Stay with me. We got busted because of a busted taillight in the back,” she said while the man was bleeding to death with the officer pointing his gun at him.
By Angel Tapia8 years ago in Criminal
Punishment and Privilege
I was six- or seven-years-old the first time I burned myself. My dad was taking night classes at the time, and I was home with my mom and brother getting ready for dinner. I remember my brother was in the dining room, strapped into a high-chair gleefully shouting to himself and tossing snacks in the air. My mom had run to the car to grab the last of the groceries we’d just picked up, my dog Lucky was barking from the living room, and then running to me, nudging my chest with his snout as if to say, “Hey, did you hear that too?!”
By Patrick O'Neill8 years ago in Criminal
Still Just a Spic
Bang. Thud. I wince every time I hear them hit the floor. The gym is on the other side of this room, I can hear it. I hear the upbeat White people workout music— rock — playing and I hear the machines crash and the weights thud when they hit the ground. I hear them laugh about yesterday's arrest and argue over last night's game. I wonder if they know that I can hear them. I know that even if they do, they don't care.
By Sophia Castillo8 years ago in Criminal
