In 2008 Chicagoans mourned the loss of Brian Blackeye, the city's first and primary hardcore-jungle MC. To initiate the preservation of his memory in 2009 and beyond, we present the final recording of the full C.H.A. lineup: JJ Jellybean, DJ Snuggles, and MC Blackeye. These previously unreleased tapes were submitted by Dubshack and are exclusive to GoldenEraJungle.com
"Under Islamic law, the crimes that carry defined penalties are murder, apostasy (rejection or desertion of Islam), adultery, fornication, homosexuality and theft. Interpretations of the law and punishments vary from state to state. Lesser offences might include debt, usury, alcohol and drug abuse, and use of pornography.
As an expatriate, you’re subject, of course, to the laws of the country you’re in. If you’re thought to have broken a law, you’re taken under arrest to a police station, questioned and instructed to make a statement. Up to this point, it’s highly unlikely that you will be allowed access to outside help, either legal or consular. If the offence is deemed serious enough to warrant your detention, you might have to wait some time before your case comes up. You will be allowed legal representation, but everything will be conducted in Arabic. Your statement will be translated into Arabic, and it’s important to insist that an appropriate official, e.g. a member of staff from your consulate, checks the accuracy of the translation and the content of anything you’re required to sign. If no one is available to do this, you should refuse to sign, or sign with an endorsement to the effect that you don’t have a clear understanding of the document.
In court, an interpreter will be present to assist you and an official from your embassy or consulate is likely to be present, although only as an observer. If you’re found guilty, the judge will sentence you and ask for your written acceptance of the sentence, unless you want to appeal. Appeals obviously go to higher courts, depend a great deal on the severity of the accusation and sentencing, and can take time. In very serious cases, political influence might be brought to bear on your behalf, provided that your country has sufficient influence, but this is rare. Having influence with a person in authority can be of help to you, although expatriates rarely have such influence. Locals, on the other hand, may be able to petition their ruler to seek his guidance and help. In minor cases, your employer might intervene to help, particularly if you’re valuable to him, as long as he won’t lose face.
If you’re unfortunate enough to be given a custodial sentence, this is intended as a punishment rather than rehabilitation. If you’re found guilty of a serious crime, you may find yourself in a hot, overcrowded prison, where treatment is often harsh and you might have to witness the punishment of others, including their flogging.
Ignorance of the law isn’t accepted as anexcuse before the law, so it’s as well to acquaint yourself with the laws of the country that you choose to live in.
Non-Muslim expatriates sometimes regard Sharia law as unbending and overly punitive, which it often is by western standards – and for good reason. Expatriates are largely expendable commodities and, if you’ve engaged in criminal activity, you’re sent home after punishment.
As in other Gulf states, the legal system in Dubai is a mixture of Sharia, civil and criminal law, implemented by the Federal Judiciary, which comprises courts of first instance and supreme courts. The Supreme Council of Rulers, the highest ruling body in the UAE, appoints the five members representing the Federal Supreme Court, who preside over matters concerning constitutional law and rule on cases affecting disputes between any of the Emirates and the Federation as a whole. Local government plays an important part in legislation within each Emirate. "
This is also interesting--
Erik Aude (Dave Aude's brother) had a horrifying experience in a Pakistani for 3 years, here's his story:
I spent 3 years in a Pakistani prison for a crime I did not commit. Many people believe I got what I deserved, but I got screwed over big time. I learned the hardest way possible that you can't trust anybody. I went to jail in the worst country ever because a friend set me up. I was tortured for information I didn't have. This included electrocution, drownings, and being hung up like a punching bag and used as one. I was offered a deal with the judge. Pay 1000 dollars, and plead guilty, and I would've only had to of served 14 months. This is common in their corrupt legal system. The American Embassy urged me to take this deal. They asked me "What's worth more to you? Your pride, or your freedom?" Anyone who knows me might say that I'm a hard headed son of a bitch. Let me clarify one thing. My mom is no bitch. But my pride is worth a hell of alot more to me than my freedom. I refused to plead guilty knowing that I was facing a possible death sentence, or worse, life. I was given a 7 year prison sentence. I was relieved. 7 years I could handle. The only true American to have ever been arrested in this Country, ever. I was constantly attacked by Al Qaida and Taliban prisoners, or any other prisoner with nothing better to do than try to collect the 5000 rupee bounty on my head. I was kept in isolation for my safety. It wasn't enough. I was still stabbed twice, bitten, and in more fights than I could ever even begin to remember. And that wasn't even the worst of it. The guards were by far my worst enemies. They believed me to be a famous Hollywood Actor, which was not good at all. I worked on the movie "Scorpian King" as a stuntman and this bit of information turned into the rumor that I was the hero of the 'Mummies'. These idiots thought I was Brandon Frasier. They rely heavily on bribes and everyone there thought I was a millionaire. I received repeated beatings from the guards. Beatings so bad that every finger on my right hand was broken one by one. Two of my ribs, and my shoulder. That was just one day. Every time I fought back, I would be thrown into Cussory, which is basically a small dark room. So dark that you can't even see your hand in front of your face. The only time I would see day light was when I was brought out for my hourly beating. I was strapped to a chair and thrown on my back, and a few guards would take turns beating the bottom of my feet with a skinny stick. I spent a total of 132 days in that room. 8 weeks of them were in a row. I watched countless men die from beatings, starvation, and suicide. I consider myself extremally lucky to have survived. People think that my ordeal wasn't that bad because I managed to get through it. I seriously don't understand how anyone could think that prison time in any third world country can't be that bad? I'm gonna boast my ego right here and say this, "I don't personally know one person who could've survived what I did." At the prison I was staying at, there was a 1 out of 3 chance of getting out of it alive for anyone with a 5 year prison sentence or longer. I had a 7 year prison sentence. At least I represented America well. 1 for 1. Knowing that I was innocent is what kept me alive. Anger for the man that did this to me. Payback on him yet to come. I was not gonna wait around for a miracle. I decided to do something for myself. I learned the language and studied the law over there and was eventually able to get my sentence reduced from 7 years to time served. I was lucky. I understand why people would think that I was guilty. It's easier to think that someone is going through something as horrible as that when they deserve it. I'd hate to think about someone going through something like that and be innocent. I lost 3 years of my life for a crime I didn't commit. Almost lost my life more than once. No matter what I say, people will doubt me. The only way to find meaning in what happened to me is to pass on these small words of advice. Never carry anything for anyone, anywhere. Drug Smugglers are shameless. They'll get their products any way they can. Especially at others expenses. I was guilty of being trusting of others. Of believing that no one could ever do this to someone else. I was naive. And for the rest of my life, I'll be called a Drug Smuggler because of it. I've learned that people would rather assume the worst about you, than comprehend the truth. It sucks. I hope no one else ever has to go through what I did. Because hardly anyone will believe them if they do. Maybe I survived just to warn others?
ultrafunkula February 25 2009 Very nice. Thanks bro.
housemusic1 February 25 2009 The classic house mixes thread is up!! Enjoy.....
rupture February 25 2009 yoooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!
BIg Ups to all the old school junglist out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ultrafunkula February 25 2009 megaupload has been surprisingly nice to me for the past month or so. Use that and if they start "jackin" up, I'll help repost em. Pun intended.
Tykal February 25 2009 goldenerahouse.com would probably be the place for that ;-p
housemusic1 February 25 2009 what's the best way to get my house mixes up here? Megaupload kinda sux at times. Let me know, posting classic house mixes tonight!
