In chapter 11 of Unfair “What We Must Overcome” our author tackles on three serious challenges we face in realizing science-based reforms. First, he addresses the approach our justice system has towards juror screenings and exactly how we are getting it wrong. Benforado suggest that these juror screening are intended to eliminate those people who cannot be fair if selected to be a jury in a criminal case. While we purpose to address this bias, our author suggest that we are instead,” reinforcing a false narrative oh what bias is, where it comes from and how it can be remedied. “(P.g. 240) Consequently, Benforado offers us an experience of his own with the juror selection process, which he and other jurors filled out a questionnaire. Moreover, if you indicated that you are more likely to the believe the testimony of a police officer, over the testimony of a normal person all you received was speech on why it was wrong. The judge would explain to you that” your job as a juror required you to treat every witness the same regardless of his or her position, race, gender or the like. (P.g.240) After…
There were many similarities and differences in the many different colonies in North America. They all had farming and ranching, with fertile land. They all had basically the same climates in each of these colonies, they had freezing winters and very warm and humid colonies. All of these colonies were by the coast with sandy shores. They all had different founders, in the New England colonies their founder was Thomas Hooker, in the middle colonies their founder was William Penn, and in the southern colonies their founder was George II and James Edward Oglethorpe. They all had different geography, in the New England colonies they had forested hills with sea coasts, in the middle colonies their colonies they had rolling hills with lots of trees,…
My mom picked out a blue flower dress with three buttons at the top.Then off we went to the hospital.My mom,dad and I sat in the waiting room and waited and waited.It seemed like forever but I was just five you know what i mean.…
Life was simple then. I knew all the neighbors’ kids. We would oftentime huddle together to play hide-and-seek and other kids’ games that made our parents lost their voices calling us back for dinner.…
Fay’s concern for those reading the book will have one of two results: those who only talk about the lost or those who talk to the lost. Fays desire of those reading the book will be engaged in witnessing to the lost. Fay writes, “We must realize if we don’t explain our faith, our friends may never understand it and, therefore, never have an opportunity to be led by the Holy Spirit…
Everybody has to go through their Hero’s Journey some point in there life. Some end in tragedy and others end in comedy. Some dragons harder then others but at the end we all have to face it. It starts off with the separation stage, then the initiation, and finally the dragon. People suffering from mental illness such as anxiety and depression can cause everyday obstacles to become overwhelming and extremely challenging.…
Joseph Campbell was a scholar who studied ancient mythology for many years. Eventually, he came up with the concept of the Hero’s Journey. The Hero’s Journey says that all heroes will come across many stages throughout their journey, each stage bringing the hero closer to his or her reward you will earn. In the past years of my life, I realized that my journey was like the hero's journy .It was when i got invited to a big league soccer club. I have practice every in order to make my journey a good rewarding .…
It was two in the morning. I got out of bed, running on three hours of sleep. I ran downstairs after getting ready for a long bus ride. I saw my mom and grandpa waiting downstairs, as my grandpa was going on the trip with me. When at the school, teachers checked our bags, kind of like the airport. After this check, we were off (well, about an hour later). Now it was off on our new home for the next 12 hours. For the first three hours, everyone slept. It was boring and I will skip that. We then pulled over for our breakfast stop. When we stopped, the teachers passed out our boxes of bagels. We proceeded to get back on the road next, which was a rather long time. About four hours of driving through Ohio farms and Pennsylvania hills,…
My heart is a mixture of hope and hopelessness, all around me is despair and misery and yet if I give up I perish. Every where I go I have to hold on to my emotions. Wherever I walk I see mutilated bodies and to think, that person could have had a life, makes you brake inside. But you have to stay strong, I got used to them, it becomes just a part of my nature. I mean, I see a body and then I disassociate myself completely from it. It was complete genocide. We unwillingly got forced onto a train. There were more thane 30 of us all in one carriage it was dark and there was only one window on the train. There was constant voices yelling, crying, mourning and screaming. A long time had past and noise began to dimmer. I made my way to the little…
September 6, 2000, I was born into this world the 2nd child of Maria and Percy Vela on one typical day there baby boy just like any other newborn, healthy weight and size, but unexpectedly the baby became unordinary. This family went from having a healthy beautiful baby boy to a sick infant who wouldn’t digest anything he was fed and vomited frequently, and it was a nightmare for my parents as they brought me to the hospital in Stamford Connecticut the doctors gave my parents only one option, surgery. This surgery saved my life which laid the groundwork for the person I am today, my view on society, knowledge, work, love, and happiness, the things that have taught me about life.…
My dad made it home just in time. It was my tenth birthday. I was finally turning 10 and I was in my double digits. The party was full of my relatives, food, and balloons. I was having such a great time. I had never gotten so many gifts at once. The joy was overwhelming.…
I recall the screaming and tantrums that occurred every time we went out to eat. Kicking, punching, abusing my parents in general. I guess I was just a spoiled kid, but I simply refused to eat anything other than…
July 14th, 1931. I lie in my deathbed at 10:49 pm, thinking. It seems like just yesterday I was only five, with my whole life ahead of me. I remember my mother told me stories while I sat on her lap. She would make hot chocolate and I would listen to her talk. My favorite story always started the same way. On September 2nd, 1903, the day I was born. My mom went into labor a month earlier than expected, so it was a good thing that they already bought baby supplies. The only problem was my parents thought I was going to be a girl. My mother would laugh every time she spoke of this, but she always assured me afterwards that they both love me all the same, no matter who I turned out to be. They named me Lawrence Exeter, after my father. This was the last and only memory I have of my mom before she left us.…
I remember it just like it was yesterday. I was 13 years old and I needed something to eat. My grandmother had gave me twenty dollars earlier…
It was september 14,2011. I woke up in my bed, and I when to my mom’s room, and she was not there. I got downstairs I saw my dad in the living room so I ask him where was mom. He said that she is in the hospital because she was having a baby. Me with my 5 year old mind thought she was here. I said to my dad where is the baby, and he said that the baby is in the hospital. I was sad because I would not be able to see my sister all day. I had to go to school, so I got ready and got on the bus.…