If I decided to do illegal. I will never bring intimate people to involve with. Either relatives, best friends and especially parents. Because I don't want them to suffer and get harmed. So, my prisoner B is a stranger.…
To be honest, if my uncle was ever in jail in the first place, I wouldn't go help him escape. But if I have to imagine myself in Creighton's shoes, then I guess I would. Either way, there's a reason why he's there and it's not my problem that he is in jail. That's his problem.…
The guards then broke into the cells, stripped each prisoner, took the beds out, and forced the ringleaders into solitary confinement. And thus the harassment and intimidation…
But the guards won’t let the prisoners tell their parents that they are being tortured and beaten. The guards had the prisoners write letters to their parents but they never shipped the letters out so none of the letters got to their parents. The guards got so mean and rude to the prisoners that they started to have mental breakdowns because they started to I believe that they were in prison. This caused The Stanford Prison Experiment to end after 6 days instead of lasting 2 weeks. This experiment affected the prisoners so much that those prisoners had to get a therapist to help them with their problem.…
Let's flash back about, oh, 20 years. I was new to the Texas Panhandle, seeking to learn the ropes about the community where I had just moved. I got a call one day from the then-assistant warden of the William P. Clements Unit of the Texas Department of Criminal Justice. The prison official, Rick Hudson, invited me to tour the maximum-security lockup in northeast Amarillo.…
I used one surgical glove, a big Gatorade bottle, saran wrap, a Dollar General Bag, string, and tape. The first thing I did was get the neck of the bottle off, I did this so I could get the egg inside of the bottle. The next thing I did was put the egg in the glove and put the glove in the bottle. I used the opening of the glove and taped it to the edge of the top. After that, I cut two holes in the bottle, both around the middle towards the bottom and pulled two fingers of the glue through each hole and I taped them down.…
It is 7:23 a.m. on a Thursday morning, the pass allowing tardiness to first hour is tucked away in my tattered blue backpack. I sit in my car gazing at the quiet building. I have seven minutes to make it up the staircase, adorned with two lamp posts. I, along with many others, have visited Morgan Federal, the bank across the street, countless times and never realized just what was in the vicinity. A friend who works next door in the courthouse suggested I profile this place and gave the directions: “It’s in the old jail,” as if that was a common reference automatically understood.…
This is a true story about the time I got in trouble for doing something that would have marked my record with a felony and got me put in a juvenile detention center for 3-6 months. I'm in a room with my mom, sister, and a officer who is telling me what I did and the consequences for my actions. I'm sitting there taking it all in and making sure I show him how regretful I am for doing what I did. When I sat down with my mom and sister the officer asked me what happened so i told him and he explained what could happen to me. At the moment he was explaining my situation I was nervous and scared even though i was going to accept the consequences of my actions.…
If I must start anywhere with my story; with who I am, my dad’s imprisonment is where I’d start. His incarceration is the catalyst to what changed my entire life completely. As a result of his imprisonment, my parents separated and I was forced to live with my grandmother. In a sense, I nevermore visited my dad and I barely spent time with my mother because she worked late. It was difficult to remain focus in school when every night you wonder why your father is never around and every morning you hold 5-second meetings with your mother on your way to school.…
They had called my mom and she had to drive 5 hours from our house. I saw her walk in with tears in her eyes, she comes up to me and gives me the biggest huge ever and asked me if I was okay. She asked the police if she could see who did this to me, the police said that they could at the moment but in a few minutes I would have to do an identity test. I saw him and I knew it was him and they brought him to the front. Of the station to get brought to a jail cell.…
When I was younger, I always kept a book by me. Books accompanied me everywhere, to the mall and to my relatives houses. I was called a bookworm, and still called it today. I’ve read books, and collected them. I have over 100 books in my room, and have a library in my house.…
The “prison” was set up in a basement underneath a lecture hall to ensure that there would be no disturbances once the experiment began. Cells were made of old offices and solitary confinement was no more than a closet. The volunteers of this study were split into groups: the guards and the prisoners. Once inside the prison there was to be no talk of the experiment to create the most realistic prison environment. After just six days, the trial was stopped due to the mental insanity that the prisoners were experiencing.…
Much of my attention is directed at advising students and ensuring students take the appropriate courses so they graduate on time. The second arduous job related function of my job involves keeping students engaged in the coursework and not quit because they feel the work is difficult. This is a real concern, which affects completion rates if students become disinterested in some aspect of the Criminal Justice curriculum. I accomplish both of the above tasks through current assignments that captures realistic work the students would experience in the Criminal Justice profession.…
My heart sinks while taking the first steps into this cell house which was home to thousands of the world’s most infamous criminals. Slowly, I navigate door by door being cautious of what might appear before me. Step by step I climb up the wooden stairs, hearing a slight creak each step I take. A large, rusty arrow pointing right labels “cellhouse” and I cautiously creep through the dark corridor. Light suddenly appears as if it was the light at the end of the tunnel.…
On December 12, 2013, I was put to jail. Attempted murder is apparently a serious crime here in Pennsylvania, 7 years, 7 years I tell yuh. I spent the first few weeks angry, depressed, and furious. My wife divorced me because I wasn't there for her, I had a job I had to focus on but on that day, the day she told me that it wasn't working out my mind fell into a daze. I hadn't thought about it, but I just pushed her into the table where it hit her head and she started bleeding.…