Justice In My Felony Drug Arrest

Justice is the fair and equal treatment of a society’s people based on their respective behaviors, while an injustice is giving harsher punishment to an individual that displayed the same behavior as another. In my life, I have experienced both justices and injustices, but during my felony drug arrest I encountered both concurrently. The judicial system unjustly treats equal people differently and different people equally. My friend Mo’s birthday, New Year’s Day, was hastily approaching and we had planned to have an eventful evening to celebrate. He enjoyed marijuana, and I didn’t dislike it, so we planned to purchase and smoke an ounce of the herb for his birthday. In the process of buying the ounce, we met J, who was known in our community
Within weeks, I went from attempting to sell grams at Walmart, making only one¬ hundred dollars a week, to travelling down WV Route 9, labeled a High Intensity Drug Trafficking Area by the United States Office of National Control Policy (The White House), several times a day distributing a few pounds of Kush a week. One night towards the final days of February, I was making one last run with J for the evening. Afterwards, I was planning to meet Mo to hang out. After the run, I was on my way to drop off J back at his house, but he asked if we could accomplish another run to his cousin’s house. It wasn’t too late and his house was right down the street, so I agreed. I drove into the poverty stricken neighborhood that his cousin lived in, J hopped out of my silver Nissan Altima and met with his cousin. The transaction was swift and suddenly we skirted out of the area. On the way back, I drove passed a police car sitting in a vacant lot watching for cars to pull over. As we passed him, he pulled out from behind us. I focused on driving and was driving cautiously to ensure that I didn’t violate any traffic