For the past ten months, I’ve embarked on an unexpected and relentless quest for justice—a role I never imagined for myself. Traditionally far from the front lines of social activism, the shocking injustices that happened to a very close loved one in Lee County last March propelled me into action. This wasn’t about seeking retribution; it was about demanding accountability and systemic change in the face of glaring wrongs, from multiple directions.
This journey has consumed my every waking moment, turning days and nights into a ceaseless cycle of advocacy. I’ve written countless letters, made tons of calls, researched, read, and wrote my guts out. Yet, despite my exhaustive efforts, the hoped-for change remains painfully impossible, highlighting a system seemingly unmoved by its failings.
In my pursuit, I’ve encountered many others with harrowing tales of injustice at the hands of the Lee County Sheriff’s Office. Echoing my loved one’s experience, these stories are not only of criminals but of ordinary individuals subjected to unwarranted brutality. My advocacy for them was driven by a shared desire for a system that prioritizes accountability, especially from those “in charge”.