For those of you who don't know, I work in the Bronx as a court advocate for an alternative to incarceration program. So, I was on my way back from interviewing a client I had produced in the department of corrections. To quickly sum up: orphaned, drug abuser, homeless, friendless and now dying. I'm trying to get him into a nursing home where he can die with dignity instead of in prison. His crime? Sleeping in a church and stealing their food.
So I leave supreme court and head next door to criminal court where my office is located. What do I see? A protest, cameras rolling. I stop a court officer and ask what is the commotion? It seems a Senator is demanding more time for offenders who are caught doing graffiti more than once. Yes, that makes sense. That's where our efforts should be gathered. More jail time for graffiti artists.
Now I want to protest. But I think first I will go the ladies room to cry...
Friday, April 16, 2010
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Yet sex offender and the like are paroled in an ever expanding revolving door. I think sometimes people lose the common sense and direction.
I think I would cry too, for the helpless that get passed over daily. (Hugs)Indigo
You can only do what you can do. I used to think saving the world was my job too, and I would feel guilty if I didn't feel bad about all the painful things I read about in the news. But you know, everything we need to take care of will be put in front of us, and you have been handling it well. Be joyful.
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