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The current concept of ‘violent crime’ is outdated, racist, and a tool of white supremacy White people commit just as much violent crime as Black people, yet Blacks are disproportionately thrown in jail.
Key points What the law considers violent crime is too broad and needlessly locks up Black men more than white males. It has been proven that white people commit just as much violent crime as Black people, yet Blacks are disproportionately thrown in jail. Culture needs to be a consideration when reforming the definitions of violent crime. When people think of violent crime they probably think of things like rape and murder. What they might not understand is that “violent crime” actually encompass a broad range of activities and this broad definition of violent crime is being used to lock up scores of Black men. Like, for example, “assault” can…
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Banksy is a vandal. Why hasn’t he been locked up? Graffiti 'artist' is a generous term.
A mural by the secretive street “artist” Banksy has accidentally been reduced to rubble by a workman carrying out repairs on a residential property in Gloucestershire. The local council has promised to investigate. The incident has sparked outrage, sorrow and disappointment among Banksy fans across the globe. Well, let’s not cry over spilt milk. No great loss, I’d say. “Spy Booth”, the image that was destroyed, depicted three figures spying, or snooping, on a phone box. The significance of this – “significance” being something of a tall order – is that the “artwork” was on a wall three miles away from the UK government’s listening post, GCHQ. The owner of…
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How teen valley girls get hooked on smack Mandy's transition from star student to the depths of addiction was fast.
Mandy was 16 years old the first time she let a heroin dealer into her car. The dark-haired cheerleader had left school early that afternoon in order to drive to a predetermined spot in the San Fernando Valley, an affluent area just north of Los Angeles made famous by Valley girl accents. Accompanied by a boy from her school who was one year older, Mandy parked on a tree-lined suburban street and waited. After 40 minutes, another car pulled up, and a bald, tattooed, mustachioed man got out. “That’s him,” said Mandy’s friend, who provided the hook-up. “Unlock your doors.” She did. The man opened the door to Mandy’s backseat…
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What I learned from being raided and sent to Chicago’s infamous ‘hooker school’ During my 5yo sex worker career, I have experienced work-related fear twice. This is the story of my raid and sentence.
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It Happened To Me: I made my sister believe she got molested by our uncle I may have gone too far this time.
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I had every intention of smuggling a fat sack of medical quality marijuana on my honeymoon to Cabo San Lucas, but I chickened out at the last second. I was all ready to go with a weed filled maxi pad cleverly pasted into my underpants when the Super Shuttle pulled up outside our apartment and I freaked out. “I can’t do it!” I wailed. Carrying crotch weed on a domestic flight was one thing. International drug smuggling was, in my mind, an entirely different story. I’d never been to Mexico before and somehow I just knew that if I tempted fate, my new husband and I would end up spending…
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It Happened To Me: I smuggled weed in my cooch and then TSA stopped me This was where it would all end for me.
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