I want to give a memory of a fateful day back in 1996 when I was caught shoplifting and taken back to my adopted parents’ house by a male officer. I was then 13 and had skipped school. I was a young Jamaican girl, first generation, living in Coventry. Me and few girls skipped school, sat in a park smoking, etc, and then we decided to try our luck at shoplifting some make-up. I was excited and nervous. We seemed to be doing okay, until we tried to leave the shop. Then their security grabbed me. My friends ran and