[I will be on vacation for another week.]
Gratitude looks different from the other side of the ethnic-female-entitlement dividing line.
It Wasn’t Luck That Allowed Me To Be A Judge After Meth
The criminal justice system gave me second and third chances because of the color of my skin
Los Angeles Times dead tree edition, page A11
By Mary Beth O’Conner, 26 November 2022
Oh yeah, baby, this one feels special!
I first shot methamphetamine when I was 17. As an abused child seeking relief from trauma and stress, I’d turned to alcohol at age 12 and had used numerous drugs to excess before sticking that needle in my arm.
Sure, Oliver Twist, sure. The very first thing you did when talking about your drug habits, JUDGE, was make an excuse.
Knowing I was a good student headed to college…
She be blakk like dat. Wait, her name is O’Conner? …She’s white.
Knowing I was a good student headed to college, without a prior criminal record, the judge reduced the charges to disorderly conduct, which was a misdemeanor. As a result, I was not incarcerated. And when he sentenced me, the judge ordered that my record be expunged if I did not get convicted for the next few years. I also was allowed to leave New Jersey to attend college in California after a one-year delay, even though I was still on probation. The criminal justice system showed me mercy and allowed me to build a life.
What’d she do, show up naked and cry? This stinks of pussy pass. But maybe the judge was a Marxist who thought crime was society’s fault as he practically apologized to her for the police arresting an out-of-control 18yo for drug trafficking (first-time possession is not usually a felony).
I regained a bit of control over my drug use in college…
Not at UC Berkeley, she didn’t.
…until I succumbed to a severe meth addiction that lasted from my senior year until I was 32. During that decade, I carried meth with me every day. I was pulled over for tickets multiple times and was in car accidents that involved police response. But the police never searched me. Not even when I had been awake for days and looked like a tweaker, with a scabby face and twitching hands.
pussy pass pussy pass pussy pass pussy pass pussy pass
And she didn’t even have big bewbs. I checked, for science. And journalistic integrity.
…my UC Berkeley education allowed me to reenter the workforce with relative ease…
I then graduated UC Berkeley Law at nine years sober, at the age of 42. When I applied to obtain my law license, due to the expungement, I had a clean criminal record. It was the same years later when I had to pass a security screening to become a federal administrative judge. Had I had an extensive arrest record, I probably would not have been appointed a judge despite my 20 years of sobriety at that point.
And to what does this tweaker turned feminist credit her ability to have a high-level government career that by all rights, she would have been disbarred from by age 18?
That wasn’t luck. Based on the data, I am confident I benefited from the white color of my skin.
She goes on to describe how that first judge letting her off easy and the police never checking the tweaker who caused another car accident for meth, was because she was white. When in fact, it was because she was a young woman living in predominately feminist cities with notoriously activist judges.
I am proud of my accomplishments…
How did she pay for college? Was it cheap government loans or did her abuuusive Daddy pay her way?
…and appreciate that my hard work, on my recovery and professionally, was a prerequisite to my judicial appointment. Still, I also am aware that this success almost certainly would not have been possible had I been a different color.
Ungrateful feminazi judge bitch should try being a man some day. Her “accomplishments” were men in authority wiping out her criminal record so she could go on to rule over men with all the gratitude of Eve bitching about the legless plight of serpents.
Expect many more “Tweakerette the Judge” types to ascend to the bench in the near future. The one thing we can take cold comfort in is the fact that once this type of creature begins to infest the judiciary, it’s a sign that the system is collapsing into irrelevance.
Forget White Privilege, I want to know how she became a judge at all. I’ve never had the opportunity to become a judge, and I’m not a tweaker. Who did she know?