Case Scenario- Adolescent
Another white social worker, here we go. Questions, questions, questions. I wish they
would stay out of my business and help my mama. It’s all his fault…my step-father,
Kevin Leonard, a 37-year old black man who thinks he knows it all. Yeah, he runs his car
dealership, but it doesn’t mean that he can rum me, my mama, Sharonda, and my 8-year
old sister, Kiana. He thinks he can turn me around; he tells me that black kids like me
have to stay out of trouble—stay away from the police; otherwise, we’ll end up in
“Juvey” or in the penitentiary. He’s not my daddy; my daddy, Reginald, Sr.
around often enough; I know who my real daddy is.
I’m not as bad as Kevin makes me out to be. I’m 15, a sophomore at Tilden Tech High
School, in the ROTC, and I’ve got lots of friends that will look out for me. So, when
Kevin starts his preaching, I take off. I can drive, so when I saw this fine-looking car
parked and running at the curb last Saturday—no driver behind the wheel—I figured the
fool deserved for me to take it for a little spin. I picked up my girl, my friends, and we
went cruising for a little fun. So, Kevin called the police, again, and I got busted. Now
my DJO—Deputy Juvenile Officer—and a social worker are threatening to put me in a
“home” in the middle of nowhere. So, we’re all in this hot little room at Juvenile Hall to
discuss “my potential” and “where do I want to go from here?”
Well, I really don’t want
to get sent off, so I’ve got to get through this.
I hear my mama’s story again. At 32, she looks older. She’s not sleeping-- I know she’s