• Bob Shell: Letters From Prison

    Photo: Bob Shell

    Posted on May 16, 2012 by Bob Shell

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    ……….Nothing new to report on my case. But I really don’t expect to get a ruling from the court until around the middle of the year. Courts move at their own speed, and the general rule seems to be the longer the better, because that means they are actually considering everything. My case generated a massive amount of paperwork, and the court must go through all of it to consider my claims.

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    I got a letter the other day from one of the models who worked with me on the bondage book back in 2003-04. She said she got to wondering about what had happened to me and did a Google search and found out where I am. Like every model I ever worked with, she knows that I am not guilty. I told her about TWS and suggested that she post here about what it was like to work with me, so maybe she will.

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    One lawyer I know made the point that the cops and prosecution had from June 2003 until my trial in August of 2007 to search for any model I worked with who would say anything negative about me. They couldn’t find anyone. If I really had been the serial molestor they portrayed me as being, they ought to have been able to find at least one of my earlier victims, but they found no one. That should have meant something to the jury. I don’t think they really thought things through and simply voted with a knee-jerk reaction.

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    I also don’t think the jury understood how sentencing works. Not one of the sentences they gave me was very long, and I believe they assumed that all of them would run concurrently. Indeed, running sentences concurrently is the norm. But in Virginia the judge makes that decision, not the jury, and the jury can’t even be told that they have the option to recommend concurrent sentences. My judge ignored the VA sentencing guidelines and ran my sentences consecutively. The guidelines called for 1 1/2 to 3 years. But the Virginia guidelines are merely recommendations, they carry no force, and judges routinely ignore them. I don’t know why they even bother to have guidelines.

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    If the jury in a state of Virginia case asks the judge if sentences will be run concurrently or consecutively, the judge will tell them that it is none of their concern! The jury is not allowed to know!! But the law requires that jurors be fully informed prior to their deliberations. None of this makes any sense, since a jury can intend a light sentence and a judge can arbitrarily convert it into a very long sentence. The more research I do on this, the less sense it makes.

    About The Author: Bob Shell is a professional photographer, author and former editor in chief of Shutterbug Magazine. He is currently serving a 35 year sentence at Pocahontas State Correctional Center, Pocahontas, Virginia for involuntary manslaughter for the death of one of his models, Marion Franklin. He is currently working on his appeal.
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  • Ryun Hobbs: Voices of Justice

    Adachi: March for Trayvon Martin

    Posted on April 12, 2012 by Ryun Hobbs

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    ……….On March 26, The 1,000,000 Hoodie March was held in honor of Trayvon Martin, the 17-year old boy shot and killed a month prior on February 26, 2012. There is still much confusion and accusation surrounding his case – such as whether the shooter, George Zimmerman, was chasing after Trayvon, or if there was an altercation. However, some facts are undeniable. There is a 17-year old who is dead and a big reason is because his hoodie made him look “suspicious. Communities of all racial and social groups throughout the nation became enraged at this unjustified murder, demanding that justice be served. This is a series of photos taken before the arrest of George Zimmerman, at the University of Pennsylvania’s Trayvon march.

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    I first saw this woman pushing a baby stroller while holding the march poster in the early stages of the procession. Adachi (Adachi.photography@gmail.com) is no stranger to protests, having photographed many of them herself. Her passion for capturing the essence of justice, however, does not stop her from being a caring mother. Both of her children accompanied her as they made a stand together.

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    Skittes and Juice

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    Some people never are content with sitting back and staying silent. This woman is such a person – she is “armed” with the Skittles and iced tea that Trayvon also possessed at his death, but she is also armed with her voice. Her numerous badges, like military ribbons, flash ceremoniously in the sunlight, making statements about the different inequalities in the world.

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    March for Trayvon

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    Despite his tough exterior, this man is a peaceful giant. Holding up his sign with extreme ease, he calls for the end of violence and the beginning of peace. “Children are our future,” the sign says, and the image of the shaking hands between cannot help but evoke memories of the late Doctor M. L. King, who had dreamed long ago of a community that rose above racial tension.

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    March for Trayvon

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    Protesting is almost never a solitary thing. Here, a family expresses their dissatisfaction together, bound to each other not only by their blood but by their mission. It is often easy to forget about murder victims’ families when first learning of the case, but seeing this family and their signs made me wonder how the Martin family Is faring. Condolences go out to them for their loss.

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    Love

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    As seen in the pictures above, advocates for justice and equality come in all shapes and sizes – spanning multiple ethnic and age differences. After all, we are all a community that must stick together when it is necessary. What keeps everyone together is a bit of anger, a bit of dissatisfaction, and a lot of love – for each other, for the victims, and for what is right.

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    R.I.P. Trayvon Martin

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    Not everyone’s voice is always heard, but many want to try whatever they can to make their stand as strong as possible. Here, two people sign large canvases of the late Trayvon Martin, which were delivered to his family after the march. Although it may not be a protest sign, it is still a testament to the expectation of receiving equal rights, instead of stereotyped caricatures.

    About The Author: Ryun H. Hobbs is a senior enrolled in the Wharton School of Business, University of Pennsylvania. Class of 2012

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  • Mikel Elam: In Memory of Trayvon Martin

    R.I.P.

    Posted on March 24, 2012

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  • A.H. Scott: Poetry of the Day

    Hot and Cold

    Posted on March 18, 2012 by A.H. Scott

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    ……….Well, let me first warn you about this poem. It’s definitely not erotic at all. It’s about domestic violence against women. I was inspired to write it after seeing an image on a poster of a battered woman. And, it just blew me away. “Hot and Cold” is the title and even if you don’t ever use this poem on your site, I just wanted to read it. Thanks for everything you’ve done in our collaboration so far, TW..;)

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    HOT and COLD

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    Hot is feel of every punch you leave upon my skin
    Cauldron of words scorch the soul
    Get it over with and leave me alone
    It’s always the same, when you say it’s all my fault
    My tears have all run dry
    My heart has been hollowed out
    Cold compress against my bruises I hold
    Balled up fist cranked back for another punch
    No longer do I scream, for you have taken my voice
    Holding onto this floor, as if it were my safety blanket
    Impression of your fist against my skin has formed several islands of pain
    Black and blue and brown are some
    Yet, those that have started healing are turning a yellowish hue
    I’ll be the perfect wife
    I’ll be the perfect cook
    I’ll be the perfect f**k for you
    Just don’t hit me again
    I’ll be anything but your punching bag anymore
    My voice has become a smothered whisper as I promise you on this floor
    As your fist unclenched, you actually rub my back and walk away
    Cold compress I press to my face
    My soul is ripped and needs to be replaced
    Heart that once was full of life, has now become shattered in your wake
    I drag myself off this floor and make breakfast as I always do for you
    You come into the kitchen, eat and everything is as if it never happened
    A smile from your lips and a kiss on the cheek as you leave, lets my guard down again
    That voice I had lost has started to peep, as I think about what I should do
    Grabbing some things and tossing them in a bag isn’t easy, but neither is staying with you
    I have a few hours before you come home
    These are the moments I spend alone
    Should I leave him?
    Should I stay?
    I walk into the bathroom with a lip bloodied and a tooth chipped and decayed
    Cold water I splash across my face
    My life here will end soon….
    If I stay, it will be at his hands I shall leave
    Yet, if I go, it will be my voice I am going to retrieve
    Clothes are crumpled into a plastic bag and placed by the door
    I look around at our home and it’s like I’m a stranger there now
    Damnit, I can’t go
    Damnit, I can’t stay
    My heart says I love him
    My body says no way
    I’m GONE
    I’m GONE
    MY VOICE HAS RETURNED TO ME…..!!!

    Copyright 2012

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    About The Author: Draped in freedom’s spirit, A.H. Scott is a sizzling scribe of unveiling sensuality. Residing in New York City, this writer is armed with pouting pen of passion and pulsating digits pounding against keyboard. Between this lady’s manicured fingers, a snaggy stylus lacerates parchment and masticates digits against a misting keyboard towards a just climax literary longing. She’s a new voice and vision of fiction. who has been writing short stories and poetry ever since childhood.


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  • A Virtual Garden of Eden

    www.TonyWardStudio.com

    Posted on January 20, 2012 – Copyright 2012

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  • 2012: Happy New Year!

    Lingerie: Victoria's Secret

    Posted on January 1, 2012

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    ……….Elizabeth currently studies English at Saint Joseph’s University in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She hopes to pursue the field of Public Relations upon her graduation. She sought out modeling at the end of May 2011, and currently spends her free time partaking in shoots. She was signed to Reinhard Agency in Philadelphia in August of 2011. She hopes to continue modeling full-time upon graduation and model internationally.

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    Her interests include volunteering at the Camden County Animal Shelter in Blackwood, NJ. She specifically nurtures felines in preparation for adoption. Other interests include: tutoring elementary age children, fashion, reading the classics, baking, traveling, and attending cultural events in the Philadelphia area.

    Copyright 2012


  • 2011: A Year of Thanks

    Self-Portrait 2011

    Posted on January 31, 2011 by Tony Ward

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    ……….I would like to thank all of the contributors, friends and colleagues who have supported TWS over the course of an extraordinary year of growth. You have made this a very special year for the audience that follows TWS. Your contributions have been most inspiring. I look forward to the coming year with great enthusiasm, anticipation, and the expectation that our audience will continue to grow and expand – well in to the new year and years to come.

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    I would like to especially thank my colleagues at the University of Pennsylvania for providing an exceptional venue to share information, and most importantly, the students who have taught me the joy and importance of teaching. Happy New Year!


  • Grace DeMann: Occupy Somewhere Else

    Grace DeMann

    Posted on December 21, 2011 by Grace DeMann

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    ……….When I first went to Occupy, it was completely by accident. My friends and I had gone to Chinatown to eat during Fall break, and on the way back we decided to take SEPTA’s 15th Street station, right under City Hall. What we found surprised all of us: protesting, music, dancing, smiles, and lots of signs. Some people invited us into their drum circle while other places had free snacks. I remember distinctly that my friends and I were confused, what exactly were these people protesting? The signs didn’t all go together, some were unrealistic or even illogical. The people didn’t seem to care though, they were passionate as ever, thinking they were going to make a change, even if no one agreed or knew what it was.

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    Grace DeMann

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    In a way, they did make a change. They made people notice they were suffering, but in terms of actual accomplishments, they didn’t do much of anything. When I returned to Occupy to take pictures, I was extremely disappointed. Gone were the smiles, drum circles and free snacks. In their place were cardboard tattered signs, trash, and random tents. It looked almost like a refugee camp, and in a way, it was. Most of the activists had left, and the homeless had moved in, taking the opportunity to Occupy for safety.

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    Grace DeMann

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    Trying to find an aesthetically pleasing picture was difficult because there was so much chaos, but I tried to have a balance between chaotic and simple images. At one point, I saw two men in suits with briefcases walking by and scrambled to take a picture, which ended up being one of my favorites. It shows what I think the true purpose of Occupy was trying to show: there are people suffering while those who can help just walk by and don’t care.

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    Grace DeMann

    About The Author: Grace DeMann is a freshman enrolled in the School of Nursing, University of Pennsylvania. Class of 2014