Home Burglary
Have you ever felt uncomfortable to live in your own home? Out of my thirty two years of living, I have encountered a few terrifying experiences. However, of those incidents none could compare with the experience of our home being burglarized. I was undecided moving into this house because it was a decent but known to be a dangerous area. With my options being few, I decided to sign a year lease. Only one more month before my lease was over, that’s when the unthinkable happened.
It was a slow but hectic day for me and all I could think was showering, eating dinner and going to sleep. We finally arrived home and everything seemed to be normal. With groceries in hand, I decided to give my oldest daughter my keys to open the door. As we walked in, we stopped in shock and starred at each other. We looked around and noticed our home did not look the way we left it that morning. The first thing we noticed was clothes all over the living room floor and furniture. Then we noticed our large flat screen missing and that is when we realized our house had been broken into.
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I am a single mother of two daughters and I fear someone taking advantage of that fact. Once I checked the house, I noticed how they thieves broke in and how they exited and began to take pictures. As we searched the house, we noticed all of our valuable expensive items were gone. Every emotion came to mind but I knew I could not show that to my children. One item that I noticed was missing was the flat screen my father had left me when he passed away. Still I held it all together and thanked God we were not home, because it could’ve been
Now you are going to take a look at the preventive behaviours of victimized and not victimized groups. It is obvious that in many cases the lack of protective measurements contributed somewhat to victimization. If you make a comparison between the two groups, you can see that at the time of the crime burglary victims had fewer household security measurements than not victimized. (Weinstein, 1989) As you can see there is no guarantee when or who is going to be victimized. Many will think that burglary victims’ experience does not deserve to be examined, but they are wrong. The main reason is that households are something sacred, where a family stores its memories, documents and everything else that no one different from family member deserves to see. This mean that these victims do not deserve invaded homes.
Even later that night, when house was asleep, I quietly got out and bed and snuck to my closet. I threw some clothes, shoes, socks, and a carton of Lucky Strikes into a burlap sack. I found my jacket on the floor of my room, and grabbed 50 dollars from under my pillow. Tiptoeing through the silent house, I left a brief note of explanation on the kitchen table. Slipping on my shoes and jacket, I quietly shut the front door, and ran down the dark, snowy sidewalk.
In the past, according to the online Wikipedia encyclopedia, the common law definition of burglary, was breaking and entering of the dwelling of another at night with an intent to commit a felony therein. In the present, according to criminal.findlaw.com, the modern common law definition of burglary, is typically defined as the unlawful entry into almost any structure (not just a home or business) with the intent to commit any crime inside (not just theft/larceny). No physical breaking and entering is required; the offender may simply trespass through an open door. The Criminal law hand book written by Paul Bergman and Sara Berman states that the law has changed because burglary laws were more rigid, and they required the government to prove that a defendant at night forced open a door, a window, or some other part of a building to gain entry before it was called burglary. Unlike the present, going into a building any time of the day without consent through an open window or an unlocked door constitutes a break and entry for purposes of almost all burglary statutes. Even a partial entry can constitute a burglary.
I sat in my friend's Oldsmobile with her three year old in the car seat resting in the back, as we traveled down the street towards my former residence behind the city park. My friend, Sarah, now a MOM, was eager to show me the transformation to the front of my old home. She kept saying, that I would never believe it as we approached the house, I could only see bareness. All of the bushes, flowers, and gardens that surrounded the house were removed. The windows appeared naked without curtains or blinds to dress them. Disappointment and disgust ran through my veins as I thought about the care and attention my mother had given to our home only to be stripped of it all by the new occupants. What a bad sale my parents had made!
We always knew it would be hard. We knew there’d be harassment, but not on this level. Never on this level. We never sleep anymore. There’s always someone just outside the door, yelling, threatening, wailing. Once, we even woke to the sound of shattering glass and the reek of smoke. They were trying to burn our house down around us. But it’s not only during the night. Neither of us can go into town without someone pushing us to the dust. Even the children throw stones. The children.
The study of criminal justices has a wide range of explanations and forms of investigation. Upon receiving this assignment I immediately took an interest in the investigation and process of home invasion robbery. When individuals are un ware of the law they group burglary and robbery as the same thing, when in fact burglary involves going to a place or having the intent to commit a crime and not actually taking something, while a robbery is defined as having the intent to commit a crime and actually following through with stealing or taking someone else’s property. Though it might be complicated to understand it is actually quite simple when you begin to see it in action. For the purpose of this assignment we were asked to interview someone in the field of criminal
I was a good day and a half of long hours in the car with mom. Listening to music and chatting the whole time. When we finally pulled up in a what was a overgrown driveway covered in weeds with shade of the trees above. I knew this was going to be our new home sweet home. As we finally pulled up the new house it was very broken. In the front 5 polls holding the roof up. The worn out brick was layered in thick busy weeds stretching up and around the whole house. Some windows were curiously boarded up some even broken. I saw something weird in the window. I pointed it out to mom she said it was just dirty but I knew I saw a little girl. She was dirty and about six or seven. She looked upset like she lost her favorite stuffed animal. I
...tt Decker showed in their book that there are many aspects of criminals to consider. “Burglars on the Job” is the definitive book about how burglars work. It provides many profound insights for those interested in the mentality of criminals as well as anyone who wants to protect their home. Although primarily an academic study, "Burglars" is a fascinating piece of criminology from which we can all learn something. After recently reading this book, I find myself pondering various aspects of deviance when I am traveling through different neighborhoods than my own. I compare my previous thoughts and misconceptions to the knowledge I learned through the reading and realize that there are so many more factors to crime than I had previously believed. This was an eye opening experience that will surely lead me to further investigate the inner workings of social deviants.
Laying down in your bed, you hear this consistent knocking. You try to sleep through it but it seems as if it will never quit. Curious, you roll out of bed away from the comfort of your wife’s warm body but cautiously move closer, step by step downstairs into the direction of the sound. Each step you take wondering whether or not your house is being robbed. You finally ease your way downstairs and quickly flip the light switch only to find your home empty and totally void of any damage or evidence of a theft of any kind; however, you still hear the sound. You notice it’s coming from your front door, but its 3 A.M. on a school night. The hairs on the back of your neck begin to rise and your heart beats faster, wondering who is violently knocking on your front door. You remember the incident at your store where a brick was thrown through the window and how you angered the community by canceling a game and blemishing a season with such a historical start. You pull the shade back on the front door, revealing not an angered parent, but Timo Cruz, once a player on your basketball team that you haven’t seen for weeks, covered in blood. You hastily unlatch the door and invite him in. At first sight, he begins muttering the events leading up to him now covered in his cousin’s blood. He tells how he scared off some bullies for the other players on the basketball team with the gun in his waistline, but only to witness his cousin slaughtered from across the street.
I had spent the night at a friend’s house and I couldn’t sleep so I called my mom to come get me and bring me home. On our way home I talked to her about how I wasn’t comfortable sleeping away from home and how it scared me. When we got home I rushed to the door because my grandma and my little sister Alyssa were waiting for me. As I opened the front door I could hear screaming and voices I had never heard before. My heart started racing and I couldn’t think about anything but that I wanted to see what was going on. I shoved the front door open and my mom rushed to be behind me. As we walked into the house I was my grandmother screaming at someone and hiding my little sister behind her. Alyssa looked terrified like she was being attacked. My mom
Laying down in here, you hear this consistent knocking. You try to sleep through but it’s consistently knocking seeming as if it will never quit. Curious, you roll out of bed away from the comfort of your wife’s warm body, but you cautiously move closer step by step downstairs into the direction of the sound. Each step you take wondering whether or not your house is being robbed. You finally ease your way downstairs and quickly flipped the light switch only to find no one and your home to have no damage or evidence of a theft of any kind; however, you still hear the sound. You notice it’s coming from your front door, but it’s 3 A.M. on a school night. The hairs on the back of your neck begin to rise and your heart beats faster as you wonder who is knocking ever so violently on your front door. You remember the incident at your store where a brick was thrown through the window and how angry and frustrated the community looked for canceling a game placing a blemish on such a historical start of the season. You pull the shade back on the front door, revealing not a angered parent, but Timo Cruz, once a player on your basketball team that you haven’t seen for weeks, covered in blood. You hastily unlatch the door and invite him. At first sight, he begins muttering the events leading up to him now covered in his cousin’s blood. He tells how he scared off some bullies for the other players on the basketball team with the gun in his waistline, but only to witness his cousin slaughtered from across the street. You talk to him settling him down and offering a secure place to sleep for the night.
In my wallet, I store dire personal items such as my lisence and some pictures. Among other things, I have my money, like everybody else, and certificates for stores. This summer, I went to the Keys with my family. I drove down there with my wallet and took it everywhere with me, like I would any other time. Well, when someone doesn't have pockets, then it is hard to keep their wallet right next to them at all times. I was carrying my wallet out from the hotel, along with my keys, and set both on top of the car. When I figured out that I needed the keys in order to get in the car and turn it on, I took them off the top of the roof, leaving my wallet behind. I sat in the car, car door open, waiting for my dad to make it to the car so we could all go to a diving area. Once he made it to the car, without thinking, I closed the door and started the car. I had been driving about half a mile before I realized that my wallet was no longer on my body. Immediately, I pulled the car over, and the next hour or so was spent looking for my wallet. All I could think about was what I would lose if I didn't find my wallet. The week before was my birthday, and I was given $60 to Best Buy and $50 to Auto Zone. Aside from that I had $3 in cash. While walking up and down the road that my wallet flew off on, my sister found my two Best Buy cards.
A little later that night someone entered my garage, which was so conveniently unlocked. They first rummaged through my dad’s van outside and I think they stole his coat, a tape and a few rolls of film. They also sifted through my mom’s car looking for something to steal, only to find a few motivational tapes. Surprising enough they passed those including one on "Getting Rid Of Guilt." When they got into my car however, they decided to take most of what I had. They stole my CD player, taking part of my dash with it. They also took most of my CD collection and the liner to my new Columbia coat. They even took my flashlight. They then vanished as quickly as they had come.
Imagine this scenario. A family in the heart of Rome are peacefully asleep at night after a long day of working on the fields and tending to their house. Along comes a shadow, it walks along the side of their house.