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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region ForumsA boy was accused of taking a backpack. The courts took the next three years of his life.
In the early hours of Saturday, May 15, 2010, ten days before his seventeenth birthday, Kalief Browder and a friend were returning home from a party in the Belmont section of the Bronx. They walked along Arthur Avenue, the main street of Little Italy, past bakeries and cafés with their metal shutters pulled down for the night. As they passed East 186th Street, Browder saw a police car driving toward them. More squad cars arrived, and soon Browder and his friend found themselves squinting in the glare of a police spotlight. An officer said that a man had just reported that they had robbed him. I didnt rob anybody, Browder replied. You can check my pockets.
The officers searched him and his friend but found nothing. As Browder recalls, one of the officers walked back to his car, where the alleged victim was, and returned with a new story: the man said that they had robbed him not that night but two weeks earlier. The police handcuffed the teens and pressed them into the back of a squad car. What am I being charged for? Browder asked. I didnt do anything! He remembers an officer telling them, Were just going to take you to the precinct. Most likely you can go home. Browder whispered to his friend, Are you sure you didnt do anything? His friend insisted that he hadnt.
At the Forty-eighth Precinct, the pair were fingerprinted and locked in a holding cell. A few hours later, when an officer opened the door, Browder jumped up: I can leave now? Instead, the teens were taken to Central Booking at the Bronx County Criminal Court.
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This month, Browder started classes at Bronx Community College. But, even now, he thinks about Rikers every day. He says that his flashbacks to that time are becoming more frequent. Almost anything can trigger them. It might be the sight of a police cruiser or something more innocuous. When his mother cooks rice and chili, he says, he cant help remembering the rice and chili he was fed on Rikers, and suddenly, in his mind, he is back in the Bing, recalling how hungry he was all the time, especially at night, when hed have to wait twelve hours for his next meal.
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2014/10/06/law-3
JohnnyLib2
(11,211 posts)Hate to even think how many more there are.
Mnemosyne
(21,363 posts)Comrade Grumpy
(13,184 posts)daleanime
(17,796 posts)Not angry at you, angry at the the whole situation.
Oldtimeralso
(1,935 posts)A great article!
NCjack
(10,279 posts)markpkessinger
(8,392 posts). . . ask them to read this article, and then ask themselves if they can honestly even conceive of this happening to a white kid under identical circumstances. Truly a horrific story.
brer cat
(24,523 posts)Anyone here reading that account would know very quickly that the young man did not have white skin. It is a horrific story, markpkessinger. Before I went to jail, I didnt know about a lot of stuff, and, now that Im aware, Im paranoid, he says. I feel like I was robbed of my happiness.
rafeh1
(385 posts)innocent until you run out of money is the rule and plea bargains of innocents is the result
Truly we have a criminal justice system. a system which openly describes itself as a criminal justice system.
where rich criminals run free and poor innocent plead guilty