Teenage years
Title: Confessions
Abstract In the past two decades, hundreds of convicted prisoners have been exonerated by DNA and non-DNA evidence, revealing that police-induced false confessions are a leading cause of wrongful conviction of the innocent. In this article, empirical research on the causes and correlates of false confessions is reviewed. After a description of the three sequential processes that are responsible for the elicitation of false confessions—misclassification, coercion, and contamination—the three psychologically distinct types of false confession (voluntary, compliant, and persuaded) are discussed along with the consequences of introducing false-confession evidence in the criminal justice system. The article concludes with a brief discussion of the implications of empirical research for reducing the number of false confessions and improving the accuracy of confession evidence that is introduced against a defendant at trial.
By abdul razzaq4 years ago in Confessions
Shuffled Off
On an evening in the summer of 2006, when I was 18-years-old, faces, famous and obscure, mingled together. The then politician and lawyer, Beau Biden attended, among other dignitaries. The occasion celebrated the selections for the NAACP awards for service to the community. I happened to be one of the recipients.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Confessions
My Time in Juvenile Detention
I was first sent to the juvenile detention center for stealing my mom’s car when I was fifteen. I would go on back for four more stays after the first. Here is my story about my stay in the detention centers, rehab, group homes, and foster care.
By DMTakeshi4 years ago in Confessions
Day 1095.. Top Story - December 2021.
Day 1. I speak only Czech. In Canada, I am mute. In Canada, the words I have spoken for the last twelve years have no meaning. English takes up space on the radio while the water boils for tea. In the elevator while the old woman trains her eyes on the numbers and mumbles quietly to herself. On the bus to ESL school where girls my age spill secrets behind cupped hands into each other’s ears. I do not understand. I feel erased.
By Judy Walker 4 years ago in Confessions
Night Poets
Poetry. “Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” - Robert Frost It’s one of those things, you know? People either don’t get it at all and they hate it or they have one image in their head. That image is of self-righteous college students who take themselves way too seriously, they wear berets, bang a few bongos, and snap at each other’s nonsensical inspirations.
By eawilcox4 years ago in Confessions
What comes next
So I'm a nightmare now according to you, then does that make you a legitimate monster? Up on your high horse pedestal looking down on me like you care, your nothing more than an imposter. Rather harsh words, in my humble opinion, from a man in his position to articulate; add in the power of being on the bench, what kind of influence does he have with the words he chooses to say. With his fancy vernacular and holier than thou demeanor on full display for all to clearly see; I was openly defiant to his face while full of confidence since I knew I had an ace up my sleeve. Now you may wonder exactly how I was able to remain so calm while facing up to 5 years; rather easily since I knew whan had went down with his secretary quitting and leaving in tears. My lawyer was a very well connected man privy t o conversations happening behind closed doors as well as being alone; such as the Judge telling his secretary how he was going to put on a show and let his intentions known. Leaving her with no choice but to let it become public knowledge in an incriminating report; detailing his unprofessional conduct as well as his abuse of power just appalling his fellow Judges of the court.
By Arthur Walton4 years ago in Confessions
18th Birthday
Friday, March 27th, many years back, was my eightieth birthday. I have no idea what school was like on that day. My head was not in school that day. I am sure the sun was shining, the birds were chirping and flying through the cloud-filled sky, and there was probably a rainbow and unicorn too. I was already rearing and ready for go for my birthday Friday night!.
By Shay Morrow4 years ago in Confessions
Growing Up Utah
I grew up with in a very traditional household, now I know what your thinking, “wow how original.” Let me explain; My name is Isabella Tully, and I live in Salt Lake City, Utah. The home of Brigham Young, the state that started it all. For those who are not aware, Brigham Young was the founder of the ‘Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints’ known to the world as Mormons. Majority of people who live in Utah are indeed Mormon, which also means that Utah in general is a very tight knit community state. However; growing up in a religious state can be difficult, especially when you are not of said religion. I myself am a Catholic-Christian through and through, and this is a story about showing what is can be like adapting in a state like mine.
By Isabella Tully4 years ago in Confessions
Mr Nice
I remember seeing a photograph of Howard Marks, the self-confessed drug dealer, in an article in the Guardian in was the mid-1990s. Marks had just published his autobiography. ‘Mr Nice,’ he called it. That’s when the thought first came to me. Perhaps it had been Marks on the plane to Bangkok that day? There was no Google, no Wikipedia. It wasn’t as easy back then to just look things up. So I let it go.
By Christopher Howe4 years ago in Confessions
Coming Back to The United States
My biggest thrill in life happened when I was free to visit and stay up to six months, in the United States. I lived all my life on a small island in Italy, (island Sardegna), and I knew I wasn’t going to miss my chance to visit my aunt, who was living in California at the time. It was 1986 and I was only twenty-one years old.
By Elena Cooper4 years ago in Confessions
