My Sister

"No man is really any good until he knows how bad he is; till he's realized exactly how much right he has to all this snobbery, and sneering, and talking about "criminals" as if they were apes in a forest ten thousand miles away; till he's got rid of all the dirty self-deception of talking about low types and deficient skulls; till he's squeezed out of his soul the last drop of the oil of the pharisees; till his only hope is somehow or other to have captured one criminal, and kept him safe and sane under his own hat."~G.K. Chesterson's detective, Father Brown


My sister Nicole has been on the streets now for awhile. It happend that a few months ago the house she was staying at was raided thus giving her her first offense for possesion of drugs and weapons. Her real crime? Being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Yesterday was one of her many court dates that are supposed to be coming to an end. While there, they arrested her for a warrent she had out for check forgery. Thus giving her her second offense. Her real crime? Drug addict. And underneath that is alot of pain.
I have alot of mixed feelings with this. Feelings that I did not know were there. I am very sad for my sister. I also think of other's like her. The facility she is in is full of gang members and I think back of how it used to be but that's another story.