Tevin Nero

General background information : We were the on welfare struggling to live off food stamps &Ebt cash on a bridge Card. I had no father to turn to so nobody showed me how to be man. So naturally I adapted to my environment & became a part of it. The nights I was hungry & light were out not wanting to go home because I was trying to escape the pain of seeing my mother struggle, I would go down streets & pull car doors hoping to find one unlocked just to have a safe place to sleep for the night. Praying to God nobody came to the car to get me out. I would go days without eating a real meal & survived by going to a store a stealing candy bars. It eventually led to me feeling depressed & I never knew what it was until I was older. I would pray for a blessing ask the lord questions for a better suggestion never really knowing if God could hear me or change my situation. See I was raised Christian, so I always prayed even if I felt like nobody heard me my belief was always there. So I realize I wanted more out of life & ended up being around the wrong crowds & it was cool to steal and that eventually lead to me getting in trouble. So, the system was just waiting to remove me from my mother, so at first opportunity they took it. Sent me to juvenile so fast I couldnt think. In juvenile was the first time I experienced depression locked in a cell by myself staring at the walls with nothing inside but a big window & blue yoga mat to sleep on. After months I was released to a white foster family who took one look at me & frowned either because I was black or because they didnt want me in their household, but they wanted the check so the let me in, after a few weeks there I realize they treated me just like I looked a young black man from the hood. so I felt uncomfortable ran from the foster home, which eventually lead to me being in juvenile again when I caught. I was shipped to another foster home this time a black family who I can honestly say really loved me & made me feel welcomed in the household. even taught me to not use the word nigga anymore or tried to get me to use other words instead. After I moved back with my mother my life was good & as soon as I was getting comfortable, they white justice came back & said I needed to go to bootcamp because I never completed the first foster home or turn myself in to a halfway house so what did I do? I ran from then again.. which eventually cost me more trouble at 17yrs old so I was sent to prison for 1yr. After my released I got my first job & was actually proud of myself Not drowning myself in liquor or weed, then one day I was walking with two people & randomly one of them decided to take some ones headphones from a guy while I was with them & I got charged with a armed robbery & found guilty by a racist justice because of my past.. That story goes deeper with what happen if you wanna know more just look at Michigan court of appeals my case #319320