Violent Beginnings: The Hot Dog Story
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Every story whether it be fiction, nonfiction, dramatic, happy or sad, all have the same structure, they all have a beginning, a middle and an end.
The same goes for people's lives.
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Every story whether it be fiction, nonfiction, dramatic, happy or sad, all have the same structure, they all have a beginning, a middle and an end.
The same goes for people's lives.
I felt like the world was going to end. He disrespected my religion for one, so I don’t like him or what he believes in. But I got to work with him so it is what it is.
New York City’s jails have received much attention for their conditions and for their culture of violence. But stories like Mike’s are rarely told.
Dear Mr. President,
You having a chance to become the first African-American president of the United States has set a great example for many troubled, young African-American men like myself.
“I hate the police” and other comments, profanity-filled, are shouted to Houston Police officers as they enter a classroom filled with teenagers.
The response to the behavior of a young adult shouldn’t happen in a police station, prison or jail, but should happen in neighborhoods, led by community-based, culturally competent organizations that seek to address their behavior in their home community.
Is there a need for trauma-informed training for police officers? Let me share an example of a situation where the outcome could have been very different if the responding officer had been trauma-informed.
As practitioners and researchers, our emphases on evidence-based practices often focus our attentions on services and systems.
Jeanne Bishop, a Cook County, Illinois, public defender, starts her story of reconciliation, “Change of Heart,” on a cold winter day, her shoes crunching on the gravel of the Pontiac Correctional Center visitors' parking lot.
In 1979, my family risked our lives to escape the war in Vietnam and I went and voluntarily placed myself into a war of a different kind; a war that consists of myself and gangs. My parents gave up all they had to seek freedom for our family and I went and lost what little freedom I had.