Guy gets jumped and gets revenge
Richard Phillips survived the longest wrongful prison sentence in American history by writing poetry and painting with watercolors. But on a cold day in the prison yard, he carried a knife and thought about revenge. Richard Phillips is a tall man with broad shoulders and a habit of singing to himself, usually without words, a deep and joyful sound that seems to rise from his soul. He began singing when he was a boy, and kept singing in prison, and now sings in the car, and at the dinner table, sustaining that one long note, as if nothing in the world could stop the music. Two days after he was sentenced to life in prison in , Phillips wrote a poem. It may have been the first poem he ever wrote.SEE VIDEO BY TOPIC: A MAN GETS REVENGE ON THE PPL WHO HURT HIS MOM
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- An innocent man spent 46 years in prison. And made a plan to kill the man who framed him.
What Getting Beat Up Taught Me About Being a Man
Richard Phillips survived the longest wrongful prison sentence in American history by writing poetry and painting with watercolors. But on a cold day in the prison yard, he carried a knife and thought about revenge. Richard Phillips is a tall man with broad shoulders and a habit of singing to himself, usually without words, a deep and joyful sound that seems to rise from his soul. He began singing when he was a boy, and kept singing in prison, and now sings in the car, and at the dinner table, sustaining that one long note, as if nothing in the world could stop the music.
Two days after he was sentenced to life in prison in , Phillips wrote a poem. It may have been the first poem he ever wrote. He was 26 years old, and had left high school in tenth grade, and now, with plenty of time to wonder, he took a pencil and set his wondering down on the page.
He wondered about the color of raindrops, the color of the sky, the color of his heart, the color of his words when he sang aloud, and the color of his need for someone to hold. One appeal failed in , another in About four years later he had enough to pay one of the best appellate lawyers in Michigan, so he sent in the money and waited for freedom.
All the while he thought of his children, and remembered the taste of homemade ice cream, and wrote love poems to women, both real and imaginary, featuring beds made of violets and warm baths made of tears.
He waited, and waited. On January 1, , a date confirmed by his journal, Phillips was in his room when another inmate walked in with some news. It was a cold gray Monday at the Jackson prison, and Phillips had not seen his children in 2, days.
Fred Mitchell? Phillips knew what to do. The prison was home to several factories. This meant easy access to raw materials, including scrap metal, which also meant an abundance of homemade knives.
Phillips and his friend each held one under a sleeve as they stood outside the chow hall, waiting for Mitchell to emerge. Here he was, walking across the yard, unaware of the two men walking behind him. Phillips could see it all in his mind.
And he just might get away with it. It was a Friday night in Detroit around The stepfather had a thick leather belt. Phillips said no. The stepfather beat him with the belt for a long time.
Then he asked again: Did you steal my watch? The beating continued. Did you steal my watch? His mother watched, too afraid to intervene. The stepfather asked once more for a confession. Phillips stood firm. The belt struck again, and again, and again, and finally it shattered some internal barrier. Yes, the boy said, just to make it stop, and the young man who emerged from that beating told himself that was the last false confession he would ever make.
Some lies require more lies. The stepfather told him to go to school Monday and get it back. Phillips went up to sleep in the roach-infested attic, as he did every night, and wondered how to conjure a watch out of thin air. The next morning he ran away. He gathered a can of pork and beans and a can opener and a few slices of bread and an empty syrup bottle full of Kool-Aid and he crammed them into his lunchbox and walked outside into his new life.
That night he slept on the hard floor of a vacant house, aware that he had no one in the world but himself. The police caught him the next day. His stepfather beat him again. And alone in the attic or on the streets of Detroit, Phillips taught himself how to survive. How to escape into his own mind by drawing pictures: an airplane, or Superman, or even the Mona Lisa, with a pencil on a piece of cardboard. Little is known about the life of Fred Mitchell beyond a few memories of old acquaintances and the occasional mention in official records.
Fred Mitchell could chase down a deep fly and catch it over his shoulder, just like the Say Hey Kid. When they were not playing baseball, Phillips and Mitchell and their friends skipped school and played with BB guns and drank beer in alleys and fought in backyards and played hide-and-seek with the cops.
They were juvenile delinquents on the verge of becoming hardened criminals in a city where violent crime was all around. A single issue of the Detroit Daily Dispatch newspaper gives a sense of the chaos and desperation. It was December 13, At the bottom of Page 2 was a brief item about a year-old man pleading guilty to manslaughter. This was Fred Mitchell, who quarreled with another young man and then shot him to death.
By this time, Phillips had taken a better path. After a joyriding conviction led to a brief prison sentence, he took a typing class and learned to type 72 words per minute. He put on a suit in the morning and rode the bus to work, spending less time with the old crew. Phillips had a strong jaw and an easy manner. He charmed the young ladies. One day a girlfriend named Theresa told him she was pregnant, and the baby was his. Phillips stayed with Theresa, and their daughter was born, and they got married and had a son.
Theresa worked in a bank. They rented a modest apartment on Gladstone, and Phillips bought a Buick Electra He gave his children the things he never had: abundant love, fancy new clothes, armloads of presents under the Christmas tree. In , the year Phillips turned 25, things began to unravel.
He played around with some pranksters at work, and one prank went too far. Phillips denied it, but he lost his job anyway. Around this time, Fred Mitchell got out of prison. Jobless and shiftless, with his marriage floundering, Phillips returned to his old friend. They called him Dago. The three men went to shows at night and snorted heroin in motel rooms.
Phillips lived a double life, dangerous and unsustainable, a drug addict by night and a father by day. One day in September, he took the children to the Michigan State Fair. His daughter, Rita, was 4. His son, Richard Jr. They rode the Ferris wheel, crashed around in the bumper cars, and posed together for an instant photograph that was printed on a round metal button. That night Phillips went out and never came home. Forty-six years later, legal observers would say Richard Phillips had served the longest known wrongful prison sentence in American history.
The National Registry of Exonerations lists more than 2, people who were convicted of crimes and later found innocent, and Phillips served more time than anyone else on that list. Undoubtedly, the justice system failed him. The police failed. The prosecution failed. His defense attorney failed. The jury failed. The trial judge failed. The appellate judges failed. But on that cold day in the prison yard, as he walked toward the Blind Spot with the homemade knife under his sleeve, Richard Phillips was not thinking about a nameless, faceless system.
He was thinking about the man who put him there: his old friend Fred Mitchell. The black man stood watch near the door. The white man pulled a gun and demanded money. An alert citizen noticed the car driving erratically and called the police.
Palombo knew he was caught; he would plead guilty to armed robbery. But who was his accomplice? Phillips and Mitchell were both detained shortly after Palombo was. The two men looked similar. In a lineup at the station, two witnesses looked them over. They agreed that the second robber was Richard Phillips.
The prosecutor asked who else was there. His silence about the crimes of would stretch out for 39 years, with disastrous consequences. Even though one prosecution witness wavered between identifying the second robber as Fred Mitchell or Richard Phillips, the jury found Phillips guilty of armed robbery. He was sentenced to at least seven years in prison.
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Revenge: Dude Tracks Down The Guys Who Jumped Him & Beats Them 1 At A Time!
The story revolves around George Costanza 's Jason Alexander plot to exact revenge on his boss, with his friend Elaine Benes ' Julia Louis-Dreyfus help, after he quits his job at Rick Barr Properties and is refused re-employment. Meanwhile, Jerry Jerry Seinfeld and his neighbor Kramer Michael Richards get even with a laundromat owner—who they believe has stolen money from Jerry—by pouring cement into one of his washing machines. Largely based on David's own experiences, "The Revenge" was the first episode he wrote without Seinfeld's collaboration. The episode also contains the first mention of Newman , a suicidal man who lives in Jerry and Kramer's apartment building, who would later become a popular recurring character. As the episode is the first in which Kramer does physical comedy for which the character would become well-known for, some cast and crew members consider it a turning point for the show. When first broadcast in the United States, the episode gained a Nielsen rating of George furiously quits his job after being disallowed use of the executive toilet, but regrets the decision when he realizes he has no good job prospects. Jerry suggests that George go back to work and pretend he never quit.
Sweetest Revenge: Dude Tracks Down The Guys Who Jumped Him & Beats Them 1 At A Time!
By Snejana Farberov For Dailymail. A disturbing video has emerged on social media this week showing a year-old Baltimore high school student being viciously beaten in the boys' bathroom by a mob of attackers. Twitter user spiicegirll shared the nearly minute-long video on Wednesday. By Thursday afternoon, it has been viewed more than , times and retweeted 2, times. The graphic footage opens with a bespectacled teenage boy dressed in a school uniform standing against a bathroom wall with his arms crossed on his chest, surrounded by a gaggle of teens.
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An innocent man spent 46 years in prison. And made a plan to kill the man who framed him.
Justin Tipping is the co-writer and director of the movie Kicks. Joshua Beirne-Golden co-wrote and produced the film. When I was a teenager, I was beaten down and stomped out by a group of kids who targeted me, hoping to steal my brand new sneakers. After I returned home bruised and humiliated, my parents fuming at the attack, my older brother Brandon tried to console me.SEE VIDEO BY TOPIC: Dude Gets Rocked & Tries To Call For Back Up! Jump In, Just Jump In Bro
The plot follows a young woman who is assaulted and left for dead in the desert by three men, where she recovers and seeks vengeance upon her attackers. Revenge had its world premiere on 11 September at the Toronto International Film Festival , as part of the Midnight Madness section. The film was theatrically released in France on 7 February by Rezo Films, and received critical acclaim, with praise for the screenplay, direction, cinematography, and Lutz's performance. Jennifer dubbed "Jen" is an American socialite who is in a secret relationship with her married neighbor Richard. The two fly out to Richard's secluded home in the middle of the desert for a weekend together before his annual hunting trip with friends Stan and Dimitri; Richard's helicopter pilot gives him some peyote as a gift before he departs.
See the full list. Title: The Last House on the Left Refusing to let anything spoil their romantic weekend break, a young couple confront a gang of loutish youths with terrifyingly brutal consequences. A married couple becomes stranded at an isolated motel and finds hidden video cameras in their room. They soon realize that unless they escape, they'll be the next victims of a snuff film. A family falls victim to a group of mutated cannibals in a desert far away from civilization. Desperate to repay his debt to his ex-wife, an ex-con plots a heist at his new employer's country home, unaware that a second criminal has also targeted the property, and rigged it with a series of deadly traps.
In Canton, Mississippi, a fearless young lawyer and his assistant defend a black man accused of murdering two white men who raped his ten-year-old daughter, inciting violent retribution and revenge from the Ku Klux Klan. Almost immediately after Tonya is found and rushed to a hospital, Pete and Billy Ray are found at a roadside bar, where they had been bragging about what they did to Tonya. Tonya's understandably distraught and enraged father, Carl Lee Hailey, remembers a case from a year ago, when four white men raped an African-American girl in a nearby town, and got acquitted.
Other students are seen in the video crowding around the boy and his attacker. A school staff member is also seen pausing at the scene and walking away without stepping in. The boy drifted in and out of consciousness and suffered from seizures during the attack and after it ended, the complaint claims.