Mark Ciavarella Jr, a 61-year old former judge in Pennsylvania, has been sentenced to nearly 30 years in prison for literally selling young juveniles for cash. He was convicted of accepting money in exchange for incarcerating thousands of adults and children into a prison facility owned by a developer who was paying him under the table. The kickbacks amounted to more than $1 million.
The Pennsylvania Supreme Court has overturned some 4,000 convictions issued by him between 2003 and 2008, claiming he violated the constitutional rights of the juveniles – including the right to legal counsel and the right to intelligently enter a plea. Some of the juveniles he sentenced were as young as 10-years old.
Ciavarella was convicted of 12 counts, including racketeering, money laundering, mail fraud and tax evasion. He was also ordered to repay $1.2 million in restitution.
His “kids for cash” program has revealed that corruption is indeed within the prison system, mostly driven by the growth in private prisons seeking profits by any means necessary.
Put him under the jail.
Ok but what abovet the company that benefited from these people being locked up?
this means other ppl are prob doing this too. he not the only one.
I was in this class at this school in some downtown city. It didn’t look like Atlanta. It felt very North East, but resembled nowhere in DC that I know of and Idk if it was New York or something. The class consisted of a couple random people from my old job, some familiar faces (but not friends) from college, and then other very random but familiar people. Sometimes we learned Spanish, other times it was a dance class. One day we went up to the roof as a class. Everyone was just up there, broken up into groups of friends chit-chatting, or doing nothing. I was standing near the edge of the roof talking to Kelly, an old coworker turned classmate. She was sitting on the thin railing in a way that one leg was hovering over the roof floor, while the other was dangling over the side of the building and over the pavement below. I didn’t even realize that on the other side of the railing was the ground until I accidentally jiggled it a little bit and she fell over towards the ground below. Seemed like she did that shrill “AHHHHHHHHHH” falling sound for forever before she finally hit the pavement and screamed out in pain. I ran down the stairs, followed by the rest of the class, to see her laying on her back crying, a puddle of blood collecting and then streaming out from under her head. She was alive but only writhing around a little. She looked broken (obvi, since she just fell about 5 stories down). We hovered over her, looking but not really doing anything for her. At one point she suddenly lifted herself up onto her forearms, turned to the side, and let out a blood/fluid-filled cough. It was gruesome, but her face was still so beautiful. Shit didn’t make any sense. Her lipgloss was still in tact, and I was like bitch do you ever take a day off from perfection? You just fell off the fucking roof and coughed up a pile of blood!
That was the last thing I remember abt seeing Kelly. I think she died, not sure though. But then the class was back in the classroom and the teacher was handing out designer sunglasses so that we’d feel better about the Kelly accident. I got a really cute black pair. SMH.
Whoa I just remembered the dream I had before I had that dream. This dream is hazier than the last. I was in some sort of gymnasium with a bunch of other students. All I know is that there was this cute boy I liked. He had over-grown blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. There was this moment when we were fooling around in the bleachers and I lifted up his shirt bc nipple suckage! Butttt his nipples were the exact shape and texture of a checker piece, I kid you not. But I still went at it (smh) and he screamed out in pain bc his checker nipples were never to be touched, apparently. wtf was I dreaming abt? Next time I saw him, he had black hair, paler skin, and just looked strung out on one of those drugs you know not to experiment with. You know, there’s certain drugs you experiment with…then there’s other drugs that you know aren’t experimental (meth. im talking about meth). He just glared at me and floated away with this girl who was also pale, unnaturally dark-haired and dressed in all black.
Neither of these dreams felt like nightmares. Just very bizarre.
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I had ANOTHER dream abt my middle school friend Lauren Maness, except this time we weren’t having a very gay 3some?? This dream was still outta pocket, though, because she was telling me that her marriage is struggling…I wonder if that is true. I don’t know, but I really hope not. They’ve been in love since I met her when we were 12/13. That’s crazy cool. Marrying your childhood sweetheart after years of having to wait and wait. I truly hope they’re ok.
That 3some dream was awesome though. I can’t remember who the other girl was, but in the dream Lauren had this poppin ass haircut that she’d never have in real life hahahaha. It was great.