Showing posts with label jail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jail. Show all posts

Monday, March 31, 2008

Life in Prison

I must say that today's 'research' was a poor showing. We had a lot of "my uncle told me" and "I heard from someone" information. When we do research we want it to be two things:

A) Quantitative (showing numbers, ratios, etc)
or Qualitative (showing the quality of something)

B) from a credible source

If your uncle is a police officer, then the best thing to do is to write down his exact statements in an interview. You should ask questions that will give quantitative or qualitative answers.

We'll be doing some more work on this in class as you need to be prepared to do research next year in high school.

Here's some links you can check out for info on life in prison:

Pakistan: Ministry of Interior

Execution looms for Briton after 17 years

Death without a sentence: 108 prisoners die in Punjab jails

Human Rights Watch: Prison Bound (Special Report on Pakistan)


Human Rights Watch: Background to Pakistan Criminal System

Try googling the following phrases and see if you get any informative sites:

lahore prison

pakistan jail

pakistan justice

lahore juvenile

pakistan prison

pakistan court system


Monday, March 24, 2008

Solitary Song

This poem was found on a web blog for Black Poets. Think about the following questions as you read it:
1) Who is the author?
2) Who is 'you' in the poem?
3) Is the author happy with his/her current situation?

Solitary Song


You cage me up
Like a wild animal
Claiming to
Rehabilitate me
Then wonder why
I can’t find a job
Wonder why
I’m crazier than
When I went in
Why not educate me
Before I break the law
Why not give me opportunities
Before I turn to a life of crime
Strike one
Strike two
Strike three
Now I’m caged up for life
A life wasted
A life lost forever
Here I sit
Wondering who I could have been
All the things I could have done
If you had just given me the chance
You cage me up
And wonder why I
Can’t fly
When I’m set free
Sitting here looking at
My momma
My wife
My daughter
Through a glass plate
Trying to feel like a man
Not a wild beast
Waiting for you
To rehabilitate me

Poem: Solitary Song [Community] - nicholldenice - ndm01@bc.edu

http://homepages.wmich.edu/~d2baker/monsterplans2.htm