Let me tell you a little about me. My mother was a white supremacist, she married my stepfather another white supremacist. For most of my life I was savagely beat, starved, publicly humiliated. I escaped into school, the only time I had free of them. I graduated top of my class, with a full academic scholarship to a state university. 7 months before my 18th birthday, my brother had turned my parents in for trafficking large amounts of cocaine, marijuana, meth, heroin, and weed. He couldn't take the beatings. When the police raided my house. I was beaten by 7 cops while on the ground. What did I do? I unlocked the door and opened it after their battering ram failed. Luckily they didn't shoot me, like they did my dog. My only friend in the entire world. They arrested me, and charged me the same as my parents. Despite my having no involvement with them, other than a life of torture they inflicted upon me and forced me to inflict upon my brother. I spent the last half of my senior year in juvey. It wasn't as bad as living with my parents. Was only beaten twice. I lost my spot as valedictorian. The only reason they didn't charge me, my brother refused to testify if they did. I was almost free, and guys who don't wear rose colored glasses decided No, you're the same as these monsters. I was looking at 30 years. Luckily,my brother loves me. If not for him, I wouldn't have gone to college and lead the wonderful life I have lead since my childhood. I would still be in prison. Where my stepfather died. And my mother still is. The kicker, they charged her with extreme child abuse, neglect, and attempted murder. They knew I was a victim.
**** your system. It didn't save me, when I needed it to. And it tried to destroy me, when I was almost free. They tried to stick me with resisting, just cause. Luckily a jury took pity on me. I didn't lose my scholarship, thankfully. You and those like you are a poison. A cancer. You don't protect anyone, you just destroy. I don't even hate you. I pity you. Because I know there are people like me somewhere in your long career. People you didn't see, as they are. And someday if you're as decent as you think you are. That will haunt you.