This is Justin from The Generation Y, and we're doing a four-part series

on rambling the story of Khalif Browder, a young boy falsely accused of stealing a backpack

and held at Rikers Island for three years without trial. This story is about a young life caught

in the middle of the justice system. Listen to Generation Y on Amazon Music or wherever you get your

podcast.

Hello, and welcome to my favorite writer. This is the mini-sode. That's right.

How many times can we explain this to you? It's so easy. We read emails. It's everyone does it. We do

it too. Out loud. It's great. Should I go first? This time? Yeah, go for it. Okay, mine's a real

hometown. It just starts, hi, I'm going to skip the pleasantries, but just know I love y'all.

I sent this story before, but I think I hope this will be the last time I have to send it.

Lowl. Because of a massive procrastinator and have been meaning to write this since literally

2017, I present to you today a relic, aka a classic hometown. Nice. This story starts when I was

in eighth grade in 2013 in a town located between Dallas and Fort Worth, Texas. I was at school one

day when suddenly the principal announced the on the intercom that we were in full lockdown,

repeating, this is not a drill. Surrounded by terrified preteens, I wondered what dramatic

shit was going on to put the whole school on lockdown. Well, I found out afterwards the dumpster

fire of a story that went down. A prisoner was being transported from Miami, Tenevada, and had escaped

the car where he was being watched by two detectives. The car had stopped at a Walmart in Great

Vine. The one my family went to every week for groceries, and they were waiting on a third officer

to assist with the transfer. Without anyone noticing, the prisoner took out a broken and sharpened

piece of his own eyeglasses and stabbed one of the guards with it. Before I go on, I'll tell you

now that fortunately the officer survived. Well, Shackle still on, he then made his escape.

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