COLUMNS

Owning Justice

by JoAnn Garrett

 

November 2010

Thanksgiving is one of the most celebrated holidays in our culture. It is a day when we give thanks for the many blessings received throughout the year. It is a day when family members and friends kick back, spend the day eating, drinking, and reminiscing about the past. It is a day when we devour too much food and drink all in the name of being thankful.

 

October 2010

Who in the world could have told me that my sweet-spirited nephew would be serving a sentence of 12 years in an Ohio correctional institution for a crime he did not commit? More.

February 2010

Looking back over my life, I have always been waiting for something.  Waiting in a traffic jam, waiting in line at the grocery store, in the doctor’s office or hair salon, even though I had a specific appointment time, or waiting by the phone for an important call.  Right now I’m waiting along with the rest of my family for justice because my nephew has been wrongly accused of crime and given a harsh sentence. More.

October 2009

November 3, 2006 my sister Diane Rogers called me at work. This call would change my life as well as the lives of other family members forever. I do not remember the exact words she used but I clearly remember hearing the fear and panic in her voice.

She called to tell me that she had just received a disturbing phone call from her daughter who tearfully and fearfully told her that the Forest Park police was at their home at that very moment. They were handcuffing and arresting Diane’s 19 year old son, Willie. More.

November 2009

Unless you have experienced it first‐hand, you have no idea how devastating it is for families of the incarcerated, the entire family unit who is on the outside, trying to cope with the reality of a loved one on the inside of a prison. More.

 

 

 

 

 

Willie Rogers

Willie Rogers