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BLACK MAN Arrested Without Cause, But When Police Learn His True Identity, They’re Speechless –

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A black man named Jamal West is wrongfully arrested by two racist police officers, Riley and Jenkins. But when Jamal’s true identity is revealed, the entire police station is left speechless. What happened, and who really is Jamal West that made the whole police station suddenly realize they were facing not just a legal case but a monumental reckoning? Let’s find out.

It was a typical morning in the heart of the city. The sun was just beginning to peak over the tall buildings, casting long shadows on the bustling streets below. The sound of car horns, distant sirens, and chatter filled the air. People were starting their day—rushing to work, grabbing coffee, or walking their dogs. The neighborhood was alive, vibrant, and full of energy…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

Among the crowd, Jamal West walked calmly, a contrast to the hurried pace around him. Jamal was in his mid-30s, dressed in a sharp, tailored suit. His polished shoes clicked against the pavement as he made his way down the street. A warm smile played on his lips as he adjusted the cuffs of his crisp white shirt. His presence commanded attention, not because he sought it, but because of the quiet confidence he exuded. He was the kind of man who turned heads without trying.

He had just finished breakfast at a local diner, a place he frequented when he had time. The staff knew him by name and always made sure his order was just right: scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, and a side of fruit. As he approached his car, a sleek black sedan parked on the street, Jamal felt the familiar buzz of his phone in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a message from his mother reminding him about their dinner plans that evening. Smiling, he typed out a quick reply, letting her know he hadn’t forgotten. He was looking forward to it—family was everything to him.

Just as he was about to unlock his car, Jamal noticed two police officers walking towards him. Their eyes were fixed on him, and their expressions were hard, unreadable. Jamal didn’t recognize them, but that wasn’t surprising—new officers often rotated through the neighborhood. What was unusual, though, was the intensity of their gaze.

Jamal had grown up knowing how to handle himself around the police, especially as a black man. His father had taught him early on to always stay calm, be respectful, and never give them a reason to escalate a situation. Those lessons were etched into his mind.

“Excuse me, sir,” one of the officers called out as they approached. Jamal stopped and turned to face them, still holding his phone in one hand.

“Yes, officer?” Jamal replied, his voice steady and polite. He noticed the name on the officer’s badge: Riley. The other officer, Jenkins, stood slightly behind, his hand resting on his belt near his holster.

“Can I see some ID?” Riley asked, his tone sharp, almost demanding. There was no greeting, no explanation for why they had approached him.

Jamal had been through situations like this before, but something about this encounter felt different. There was a tension in the air that made his instincts kick in.

“May I ask why?” Jamal responded, keeping his voice calm. He didn’t want to escalate the situation, but he also knew his rights. He hadn’t done anything wrong, and there was no reason for them to ask for his identification.

Riley’s eyes narrowed, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Just show us your ID, sir. It’s a simple request.”

Jamal held the officer’s gaze for a moment, then slowly reached into his jacket pocket. “All right,” he said, pulling out his wallet. “But I’d still like to know why I’m being asked for it.” As he handed over his driver’s license, he noticed Jenkins shift slightly, as if preparing for something. Jamal’s senses heightened, but he kept his composure.

Riley took the ID and looked it over, but his expression didn’t change. “What are you doing in this neighborhood?” Riley asked, his tone accusatory.

Jamal’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. “I’m just heading to my car,” he answered truthfully. “Is there a problem?”

Riley ignored the question. “Where are you coming from?”

“I had breakfast at the diner down the street,” Jamal replied. “Like I said, is there a problem, officer?”

Riley’s eyes flicked up to meet Jamal’s, and there was a flicker of something—annoyance, perhaps—before he handed the ID back. “We’ve had reports of suspicious activity in the area,” he said, the smirk returning. “You match the description of someone we’re looking for.”

Jamal’s stomach tightened. He knew where this was going. It was a familiar story: black man in a nice neighborhood, dressed well, must be up to something. He had heard it all before, but it didn’t make it any easier to deal with.

“I see,” Jamal said carefully. “Well, I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding. I’m just here to get to my car and head to work.”

Riley didn’t seem to hear him. Instead, he took a step closer, his posture more aggressive. “What kind of work do you do?”

“I’m a lawyer,” Jamal replied, keeping his voice even. “I have a meeting in an hour, so if there’s nothing else, I’d like to be on my way.”

That seemed to catch Riley off guard. His smirk faltered, but only for a second. “A lawyer, huh? You don’t say.” Jenkins, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. “You sure you’re not hiding anything? Got anything illegal in that car of yours?”

Jamal could feel the tension rising. He knew how these situations could spiral out of control. He had to stay calm, had to defuse it.

“There’s nothing illegal in my car, officer. You’re welcome to check, but I’d prefer if you didn’t waste your time. I’m just trying to get to work.” READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Riley’s eyes hardened. “You don’t get to decide how we do our job. Step away from the car.”

Jamal hesitated. He knew he hadn’t done anything wrong, but the situation was quickly becoming dangerous. He had to make a decision: comply and hope it didn’t escalate further, or stand his ground and risk things getting worse. His father’s voice echoed in his mind, urging him to stay calm, to be smart.

“All right,” Jamal said slowly, raising his hands slightly to show he wasn’t a threat. “I’ll step back.” He took a step away from the car, and as he did, Riley moved closer, his hand now resting on the handle of his baton.

Jamal’s heart raced, but he kept his expression neutral. He couldn’t let them see any fear.

Without warning, Riley grabbed Jamal’s arm and twisted it behind his back. The suddenness of the move caught Jamal off guard, and he winced in pain. Before he could react, Jenkins was on him too, forcing him down to the ground.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Jamal protested, trying to keep his voice calm, but the pain in his shoulder made it difficult. He wasn’t resisting, but the officers were treating him as if he was.

“You’re under arrest for resisting arrest,” Riley said coldly as he tightened the cuffs around Jamal’s wrists.

Jamal’s mind raced. Resisting arrest? He hadn’t resisted anything. He had done everything they asked, tried to reason with them, tried to stay calm. But it didn’t matter—they had made up their minds the moment they saw him.

By now, the commotion had drawn the attention of people nearby. An elderly woman, Mrs. Agnes Carter, who lived in the apartment building across the street, watched in horror from her balcony. She knew Jamal. She had seen him in the neighborhood many times and knew he wasn’t a troublemaker.

“What are you doing to him?” she called out, her voice trembling with outrage. “He didn’t do anything wrong!”

A young couple walking their dog had also stopped to watch. The man pulled out his phone and started recording. “This is messed up,” he muttered to his girlfriend. “They’re arresting him for nothing.”

Jamal caught sight of the phone recording, and for a brief moment, he felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe the footage would help him later. Maybe it would show people the truth of what happened. But for now, he was powerless.

As the officers pulled Jamal to his feet, he forced himself to stay calm, to focus. He knew he had to be careful with what he said next—anything could be used against him.

As they led him towards the police car, the crowd began to grow. More people were stopping to watch, to record, to shout their disapproval at the officers.

“This isn’t right!” one man shouted from across the street. “He didn’t do anything!”

But Riley and Jenkins ignored them, their faces set with cold determination. They pushed Jamal into the back of the squad car, slamming the door shut behind him.

Before they could drive away, Jamal turned his head to look out the window at the crowd. He could see the concern, the anger, the confusion on their faces. He took a deep breath, knowing he had to say something, even if it was just a few words.

“This isn’t over,” he said loudly, his voice carrying through the thin glass. “This isn’t over.”

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words hung in the air as the car pulled away, leaving the stunned crowd behind.

Inside the car, Jamal’s mind raced with thoughts of what would happen next, of how he would fight this, of how he would make sure justice was served.

The police station was a stark contrast to the bustling streets outside—cold gray walls, harsh fluorescent lights, and the constant hum of activity set the scene. Officers moved briskly through the corridors, some chatting, others focused on their tasks. The station was busy, but there was an underlying tension in the air, the kind that made people speak in hushed tones and glance over their shoulders.

Jamal West was led through the station’s front doors, his hands still cuffed behind his back. Officer Riley and Officer Jenkins flanked him, their expressions unreadable. As they passed through the booking area, a few officers glanced up, their eyes narrowing slightly as they took in Jamal’s appearance. He was clearly not the usual suspect they brought in—a well-dressed black man with an air of calmness that seemed out of place.

 

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Guy Fawkes’ punishment was one of the most severe in English history – here’s what happens when a body is hung, drawn and quartered

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Fawkes and his co-conspirators were sentenced to hanging, drawing and quartering. Crispijn van de Passe the Elder/ Wikimedia Commons

After their infamous plot to destroy parliament was foiled, Guy Fawkes and his co-conspirators received one of the most severe judicial sentences in English history: hanging, drawing and quartering. According to the Treason Act 1351 , this punishment involved…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

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  • Michelle SpearProfessor of Anatomy, University of Bristol

That you be drawn on a hurdle to the place of execution, where you shall be hanged by the neck and being alive cut down, your privy members shall be cut off and your bowels taken out and burned before you, your head severed from your body and your body divided into four quarters to be disposed of at the King’s pleasure.

This process aimed not only to inflict excruciating pain on the condemned, but to serve as a deterrent – demonstrating the fate of those who betrayed the Crown. While Fawkes reportedly jumped from the gallows – which meant he avoided the full extent of his punishment – his co-conspirators apparently weren’t so lucky.

By dissecting each stage of this medieval punishment from an anatomical perspective, we can understand the profound agony each of them endured.

Torture for confession

Before his public execution on January 31 1606, Fawkes was tortured to force a confession about his involvement in the “gunpowder plot”.

The Tower of London records confirm that King James I personally authorised “the gentler tortures first”. Accounts reveal that Fawkes was stretched on the rack – a device designed to slowly pull the limbs in opposite directions. This stretching inflicted severe trauma on the shoulders, elbows and hips, as well as the spine.

The forces exerted by the rack probably exceeded those required for joint or hip dislocation under normal conditions.

Substantive differences between Fawkes’ signatures on confessions between November 8 and shortly before his execution may indicate the amount of nerve and soft tissue damage sustained. It also illustrates how remarkable his final leap from the gallows was.

An engraving depicting a person being tortured on the rack.
The rack slowly pulled a prisoner’s limbs in opposite directions. Wellcome Collection/ Wikimedia Commons , CC BY-SA

Stage 1: hanging (partial strangulation)

After surviving the torture of the rack, Fawkes and his gang faced the next stage of their punishment: hanging. But this form of hanging only partially strangled the condemned – preserving their consciousness and prolonging their suffering.

Partial strangulation exerts extreme pressure on several critical neck structures. The hyoid bone , a small u-shaped structure above the larynx, is prone to bruising or fracture under compression .

Simultaneously, pressure on the carotid arteries restricts blood flow to the brain, while compression of the jugular veins causes pooling of blood in the head – probably resulting in visible haemorrhages in the eyes and face.

Because the larynx and trachea (both essential for airflow) are partially obstructed, this makes breathing laboured. Strain on the cervical spine and surrounding muscles in the neck can lead to tearing, muscle spasms or dislocation of the vertebra – causing severe pain. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Fawkes brought his agony to a premature end by leaping from the gallows. Accounts from the time tell us:

His body being weak with the torture and sickness, he was scarce able to go up the ladder – yet with much ado, by the help of the hangman, went high enough to break his neck by the fall.

This probably caused him to suffer a bilateral fracture of his second cervical vertebra, assisted by his own bodyweight – an injury known as the “hangman’s fracture” .

Stage 2: Drawing (disembowelment)

After enduring partial hanging, the victim would then be “drawn” – a process which involved disembowelling them while still alive. This act mainly targeted the organs of the abdominal cavity – including the intestines, liver and kidney, as well as major blood vessels such as the abdominal aorta.

The physiological response to disembowelment would have been immediate and severe. The abdominal cavity possesses a high concentration of pain receptors – particularly around the membranous lining of the abdomen . When punctured, these pain receptors would have sent intense pain signals to the brain, overwhelming the body’s capacity for pain management . Shock would soon follow due to the rapid drop in blood pressure caused by massive amounts of blood loss.

Stage 3: quartering (dismemberment)

Quartering was also supposed to be performed while the victim was still alive. Though no accounts exist detailing at what phase victims typically lost consciousness during execution, it’s highly unlikely many survived the shock of being drawn.

So, at this stage, publicity superseded punishment given the victim’s likely earlier demise. Limbs that were removed from criminals were preserved by boiling them with spices. These were then toured around the country to act as a deterrent for others.

Though accounts suggest Fawkes’s body parts were sent to “the four corners of the United Kingdom”, there is no specific record of what was sent where. However, his head was displayed in London .

Traitor’s punishment

The punishment of hanging, drawing and quartering was designed to be as anatomically devastating as it was psychologically terrifying. Each stage of the process exploited the vulnerabilities of the human body to create maximum pain and suffering, while also serving as a grim reminder of the consequences of treason.

This punishment also gives us an insight into how medieval justice systems used the body as a canvas for social and political messaging. Fawkes’s fate, though unimaginable today, exemplifies the extremes to which the state could, and would, go to maintain control, power and authority over its subjects.

The sentence of hanging, drawing and quartering was officially removed from English law as part of the Forfeiture Act of 1870 .

 

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OPINION: 4 Children Who Were Sentenced to life imprisonment At A Young Age And what They Did

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There are many unusual things happening across the world. Children are charming and lovely, yet others are really dangerous and have been involved in a variety of illegal activities in society.

In this post, we’ll look at four children who were condemned to life in jail Please keep in mind that some of these children are now adults…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

1. Joshua Phillips:

Joshua Phillips stabbed his neighbor’s eight-year-old daughter and put the girl’s body under his bed at home. After eight days, his mother discovered the body.

Joshua Phillips was fourteen years old when he committed this act, according to reports, and he was sentenced to life in jail.

Take a look at how Joshua Phillips is now.

2. Eric Smith:

Eric Smith, according to sources, was condemned to life in jail many years ago. Eric Smith was just 13 years old when he hit a 4-year-old boy with a rock and killed him.

Following multiple conversations with Eric, he stated that he was bullied by several senior kids at his school and that he killed the youngster because he was irritated and upset. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

3. Lionel Tate:

Lionel Tate was one of the youngest people to get a life sentence.

According to sources, when he was 13 years old, Lionel Tate killed his neighbor’s six-year-old daughter.

Lionel Tate claimed he was boxing with the young girl.

4. Brian Lee Draper:

Brian Lee Draper was sentenced to life in prison in 2006 for murdering a classmate, according to reports.

The murder was committed by Brian Lee Draper and his friend Torey Adamcik, who was sixteen years old at the time.

Parents should always endeavor to teach their children how to be good children, as well as pray for them.

 

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Lady Caught Feeding Neighbor’s Baby With Faeces & Urine Speaks From Prison, Gives This Ugly Reason

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A woman named Stella Namwanje was arrested in Uganda for allegedly committing an atrocious act against her neighbor’s baby. Reports indicate that she was caught on video defecating and urinating on the infant before feeding him the waste. This shocking behavior has drawn widespread condemnation and raised serious concerns about the child’s welfare…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

The incident took place in the Binyonyi A area of the Nyendo-Mukungwe division. Local authorities acted swiftly after the disturbing footage circulated on social media, prompting community outrage. The police have since taken Namwanje into custody to investigate the circumstances surrounding her actions and ensure the safety of the child.

The case has sparked discussions about the need for stronger measures to protect vulnerable individuals, especially children, from abuse. It highlights the alarming reality of child torture and the psychological issues that may drive such behavior. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

As the investigation unfolds, the community is rallying to support the affected family and prevent similar incidents in the future. The legal proceedings against Namwanje will likely focus on the extent of her actions and the necessary repercussions for such a heinous crime.

 

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