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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 9:19 pm
My palms began to sweat as I neared the entrance to my grandfather’s house. From the distance, I spot a group of police officers chatting among themselves. The officers had created a barrier around what I came to acknowledge later on as the “crime scene”. I had no idea what I was about to witness but the panic and fear in my mother’s voice over the phone warned me of an unknown horror to come.
As I slowly walked along the dirt road to my grandfather’s modest wooden house, a pungent odor invaded my nose. To my direct left, I noticed a group standing nearby on the edge of an abandoned lot overgrown with grass. Among the group were a few of my relatives, their soft cries reinforced my fears, I knew then that someone had left us. That was January 5th 2012 and the scent that filled the air was that of the decomposed flesh of my Aunt’s one week old corpse. She was my mother’s youngest sister, a 52 year old mentally challenged woman. Her assailant sexually assaulted her then murdered her as she made her way home after spending the weekend at my mother’s house.
My sorrow following her death was momentarily overshadowed by feelings of déjà vu. It is May 1998; the victim’s name is XXX. X, was an eleven year old middle class boy of African descent who attended the pool party of a wealthy classmate. Upon his Aunt’s arrival to collect him from the party, it was discovered that he was missing. After hours of searching the premises and surrounding area, X’s dead body is found in the pool, the next morning. He is clad in a red over sized men’s swimming trunk. Police investigations later reveal that he was sexually molested and bludgeoned. I was ten years old at the time of X’s murder, I remember feeling sad but not knowing why, I did not know the child yet I felt sorrow at his passing. No arrest was ever made although there were only twenty five people present at the party, seven of whom were adult males. After several legal courtroom inquiries into the investigation and re-opening of the case no one has ever been arrested for his murder. Like the X case, my Aunt’s case is unsolved. In both cases, DNA found at the crime scene is never tested; key evidence is destroyed or goes missing.
The death of my Aunt and cases like the X case shows that there is need for improvement in the Judicial System of my country at all levels. I believe that a law degree would equip me with the knowledge that is required to undertake such a task. The gruesome murder of my Aunt is the catalyst that has forced me to no longer be complacent. It has taught me that life is short and that you should live your life doing something that you believe in. I believe in the law and I believe that with the right people and the right motives, the law can deliver justice for all.
Here is the old one-->http://www.top-law-schools.com/forums/v ... 8&t=221673
As I slowly walked along the dirt road to my grandfather’s modest wooden house, a pungent odor invaded my nose. To my direct left, I noticed a group standing nearby on the edge of an abandoned lot overgrown with grass. Among the group were a few of my relatives, their soft cries reinforced my fears, I knew then that someone had left us. That was January 5th 2012 and the scent that filled the air was that of the decomposed flesh of my Aunt’s one week old corpse. She was my mother’s youngest sister, a 52 year old mentally challenged woman. Her assailant sexually assaulted her then murdered her as she made her way home after spending the weekend at my mother’s house.
My sorrow following her death was momentarily overshadowed by feelings of déjà vu. It is May 1998; the victim’s name is XXX. X, was an eleven year old middle class boy of African descent who attended the pool party of a wealthy classmate. Upon his Aunt’s arrival to collect him from the party, it was discovered that he was missing. After hours of searching the premises and surrounding area, X’s dead body is found in the pool, the next morning. He is clad in a red over sized men’s swimming trunk. Police investigations later reveal that he was sexually molested and bludgeoned. I was ten years old at the time of X’s murder, I remember feeling sad but not knowing why, I did not know the child yet I felt sorrow at his passing. No arrest was ever made although there were only twenty five people present at the party, seven of whom were adult males. After several legal courtroom inquiries into the investigation and re-opening of the case no one has ever been arrested for his murder. Like the X case, my Aunt’s case is unsolved. In both cases, DNA found at the crime scene is never tested; key evidence is destroyed or goes missing.
The death of my Aunt and cases like the X case shows that there is need for improvement in the Judicial System of my country at all levels. I believe that a law degree would equip me with the knowledge that is required to undertake such a task. The gruesome murder of my Aunt is the catalyst that has forced me to no longer be complacent. It has taught me that life is short and that you should live your life doing something that you believe in. I believe in the law and I believe that with the right people and the right motives, the law can deliver justice for all.
Here is the old one-->http://www.top-law-schools.com/forums/v ... 8&t=221673
