January 21st, 1981
New York City, New York
A young boy, almost seven years old, had been found guilty.
The doors to the courthouse opened as the police escorted their prisoner. The sudden rays of light that the sun placed on him blinded the boy. Unable to reach out and block the light, due to the police binding his hands behind his back, he could hear the angry mob of people, wanting him put away. What little he could see scared him, many adults protesting at the courthouse, with a clear path to a police car.
The people on the left, who supported him, looking sad and gloom, while the others, on the right against him, with devistating grins, who booed at him and threw various things as he walked down the path, from empty soda cans to un-eaten ice cream. One man attempted the clichéd flaming bag of dog poo, but missed and hit one of the policemen escorting him instead.
Though it has only been seconds since the courthouse doors opened, the bo