Crime/Law

Anthony Protesters Are A Disgrace

by Jane Devin on 12/16/2008

Like many others, I have followed the story of two year old Caylee Anthony, who was reported missing last July.  I have read the various twists and turns of this case, and felt the same frustration, sorrow, and anger that others have no doubt felt. Certainly, in a case like Caylee’s, the need to find [...]

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I recently had cause to remember The Year that Blew My Mind. It wasn’t mind-blowing in a good way – the oyster of the world didn’t open up and reveal any grand pearls of wisdom – instead, my gray matter was challenged to find reason for the unreasonable, and causes for the inexcusable. The resulting [...]

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Stalkerazzi Laws May Get Some Teeth

by Jane Devin on 02/13/2008

After the taxpayers of Los Angeles shelled out $25,000 in expenses to protect the public and a young celebrity during her recent trip to a hospital, L.A. Councilman Dennis Zine proposed a new “buffer zone” law that will effect the most rabid of paparazzi — namely those who gather in large swarms, blazing flashbulbs within [...]

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She had a felony arrest for child neglect last July, but the Department of Childrens Services was not monitoring Latasha Morris, or checking up on her children. In between December 2007 and January 2008, Morris was arrested four times. On February 6th, Morris, a chronic alcoholic and drug user, passed out on top of her [...]

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Marion Jones, Meet Halliburton

by Jane Devin on 01/12/2008

Olympic medalist Marion Jones was sentenced to six months in jail yesterday on two counts of perjury, after admitting to lying to federal investigators about her steroid use. Following the serving of her sentence, Jones will be on probation for two years and serve 800 hours of community service. Somehow, I am reminded of Martha [...]

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I. The Horror of Jonestown I was sixteen years old, and just months into an emancipation that was all at once frightening, peaceful, and confusing. I had no idea what I was doing, but was determined to let experience be my teacher. After a few fits and starts in the foreign territory of Northern California, [...]

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