Sunday, March 18, 2007

Desperately Seeking…Your Help

In March last year 14 year old Shaquanda Cotton was sentenced to 7 years in prison for pushing over an adult hall monitor at the door to her Paris, Texas school.

Did you get that?

7 years for pushing someone over.

7 years in jail at just 14 years of age.

When the hall monitor himself says that he was not seriously injured and the girl had no prior criminal record.

From the age of 14 to 21, in jail because you pushed someone over?

Just three months earlier, the same judge sentenced a 14-year-old white girl, convicted of arson for burning down her family's house, to probation.

Oh, did I forget to mention, Shaquanda is black.

A 19-year-old white man, convicted last July of criminally negligent homicide for killing a 54-year-old black woman and her 3-year-old grandson with his truck, was sentenced in Paris, Texas to probation and required to send an annual Christmas card to the victims' family.

Unbelievable. As a parent I felt physically sick that this had happened and was desperate to be able to something to help. If you feel the same here’s how you can help Shaquanda

  • Write to the Texas Governor Rick Perry asking him to intervene on Shaquanda’s behalf.
  • Leave messages of support at a site set up for her.
  • Send her a card or letter to encourage her to keep going and not to give up.

Shaquanda Cotton
Ron Jackson Correctional Complex,

Unit 2, Dorm 4
P.O. Box 872
Brownwood, Texas 76804

1125308

Shaquanda has tried to commit suicide twice already to escape this nightmare, if receiving cards and letters will stop her ending her life for another day I am happy to send her one a day until she is released, what about you?

A huge thank you to the very talented Mother from Chittlin’s and Chopsticks for bringing this to my attention, please go on over and pay her a visit.

4 comments:

blessed1 said...

I just sent the Gov. a letter.

Teresa said...

shocking story. I left a comment for Shaquanda & I tried emailing the governor. But it wouldn't go through.

steven wilson said...

Justice in america has become injustice to the people here.Goverment,and the courts have way to much power to abuse on it's own people.

Steven

BillyWarhol said...

Almost as Sad + Pathetic as seeing Pregnant 13 Year old girls in the Skool halls cuz they the Christian Fundamnetalist Taliban-like Republicans won't allow Sex Education or God forbid Abortions!

It's an Outrage & a complete Disgrace!!

IMPEACH BUSH!!!!

Cheers! Billy ;))

Peace*

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