Juvenile Justice and Child Safety: Understanding Accountability, Rehabilitation, and Prevention

Caregivers break. Children die. And suddenly, a teenager is standing where no young person should ever stand: at the center of a courtroom, a crime, and a community’s rage. Headlines demand punishment. Families demand answers. But beneath the outrage lies a harder question: how did so many adults, systems, and safeguards fail before that night eve… Continues…

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