Injustice Revealed: Fight Wrongful Convictions

About Us

Injustice Revealed was born from firsthand experience with a justice system that too often fails the people it claims to protect. Our mission is to expose wrongful convictions, neglected medical care in prisons, and the hidden struggles of those the system silences.

I, Omar J. Miller, spent over 27 years behind bars after being wrongfully convicted of murder instead of a lesser offense. During my time in prison, I endured medical neglect that left lasting consequences. Now, I'm using my story—and the stories of others—to bring awareness, seek justice, and push for real change.

But Injustice Revealed is more than a platform for exposing injustice; it is one of many solutions to improving communities, public health, and overall safety. When we advocate for reform within the prison system and demand humane treatment, rehabilitation, and education for incarcerated individuals, we create a ripple effect that extends beyond prison walls. A system that prioritizes rehabilitation over neglect produces individuals who return to society healthier, educated, and prepared to contribute—rather than burdening communities with the consequences of an unjust and failing system.

Through compelling storytelling, investigative content, and community-driven support, Injustice Revealed sheds light on the realities of mass incarceration and the urgent need for reform. But we can’t do this alone.

Join us. Share these stories. Support the fight for justice. Every donation, every share, and every voice raised makes a difference.

Stand with us. The truth deserves to be told.

ABOUT THE FOUNDER

My name is Omar J. Miller, and I am a survivor, an advocate, and the voice for those who have been silenced by injustice. After enduring a life-altering experience due to medical negligence while incarcerated, I refuse to let my story be buried. I’m here to expose the truth and fight for those who have suffered in silence.

While incarcerated, I was denied critical medical treatment by the University of Connecticut Health Center (UCONN). That neglect and deliberate indifference left me with permanent facial paralysis. But beyond my own suffering, I’ve witnessed how countless inmates are subjected to medical neglect, abuse, and injustice. Some of my former fellow incarcerated brothers and sistershave even died due to UCONN's indifference to their medical needs. They expect us to remain silent. But I refuse.

I created Injustice Revealed to bring these untold stories to light, to hold institutions accountable, and to amplify the voices of those still suffering in the system. Through this platform, I will share my journey, expose corruption, and fight for justice.

This isn’t just my fight—it’s a fight for justice, dignity, and change. If you believe in truth and accountability, I invite you to join me. Subscribe, share, and be part of the movement. Together, we can make a difference.

Thank you kindly,

Omar J. Miller, Founder,

Injustice Revealed

The Truth They Don’t Want You to See! UCONN Health Center’s negligence left me permanently disfigured. Watch my story and see the shocking truth for yourself. Click the link below!"

When Silence Kills: The Death of Robert Brooks and the Indifference That Nearly Destroyed Me

Robert Brooks was beaten to death by New York State Correctional Officers while a nurse stood by, watching. She did not intervene. She did not report it later. She did nothing.

Her silence was complicity.

I know that silence all too well.

I spent more than a quarter-century incarcerated in Connecticut. During that time, I was denied routine medical care by an Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist. A simple infection in my right ear—something easily treatable—was ignored until it was too late. The infection turned into a staphylococcus virus, attacking the facial nerve on the right side of my face. The result? Permanent paralysis.

There was a treatment. Surgery could have corrected my face, restored my ability to speak clearly, and given me back some dignity. UCONN Health Center refused to provide it. Instead, they forced me to endure the humiliations and hardships of facial paralysis.

For years, I struggled to speak. My words often came out slurred, my voice barely understood. I drooled uncontrollably. I bit my lip while eating, while talking—each time a painful reminder of what they had done to me.

And just like the nurse who watched Robert Brooks die, the doctors and nurses who saw my suffering did nothing. They reviewed my records, knew my story, and still, they remained silent. They let me suffer—not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, psychologically.

Their indifference, like that nurse’s, was just another form of violence.

Robert Brooks died because of it. I live with its consequences every single day.

How many more people have to suffer before silence stops being the easy choice?

Your support matters greatly!

Empowering Change Through Truth

Injustice Revealed Network shines a light on prison, healthcare, wrongful convictions, and social issues, empowering communities to seek truth and drive meaningful change.

A powerful platform for justice.

This is the home of of change brokers; it is for those who seek truth and justice for those who have been harmed by the system and treated as if they ddon't have a voice. At Injustice Revealed (IR) we become your voice by offering a platform designed to expose wrongdoers and doers of evil. They cannot hide as long as we band together and raise the conscious awareness of each other with our collective effort. If we fail to stand for justice we will fall to tyranny.

Why justice matters

Justice is more than a principle—it is the foundation of humanity and fairness. I learned this the hard way when I was sentenced to more time than I pled for—a harrowing betrayal of the very system meant to protect its citizens.

While incarcerated, the injustice grew unbearable. A routine medical condition spiraled into permanent disfigurement due to the neglect of the University of Connecticut Health Center. The scars I carry today are not just physical but a reminder of how deeply the system can fail.

These experiences—being over-sentenced, ignored, and ultimately dehumanized—could have broken me. Instead, they gave me purpose. I founded Injustice Revealed to expose these hidden truths and give a voice to those silenced by the system.

This platform isn’t just for those behind bars but for all citizens who have faced the ripple effects of systemic injustice—whether through wrongful convictions, medical neglect, or failures that devastate families and communities.

Justice matters because when it falters, lives are forever changed. My mission is to shed light on these stories, to demand accountability, and to inspire reform so no one else endures what I have. Together, we can reveal the truth, amplify the unheard, and ensure justice prevails.

Justice FOR J.G

When I returned to the Connecticut Department of Correction, I was sent to MacDougall Walker Correctional Institution. It was labeled as 'one of the better' prisons which I didn't understand at the time because 'jail is jail' was the mentality that I had. Nonetheless, I embraced the drab, strange environment when I get there.

All eyes were on me as I strutted across the cellblock. I took note of people talking on the phone; others sat at tables playing cards and chess; some guys just posted up with their backs to the wall, talking amongst themselves. My observations were keen given the environment and my need to survive.

Eager to make a phone-call, I climbed the stairs and yelled out to the C.O so that she could open the door to my new living quarters-it was a concrete box with a fresh coat of light tan pain on the cinder-blocks. A stainless-steel toilet with a sink attached to it greeted me as I made my way to the bunkbeds. The top bunk was vacant so I flung my belongings onto the thin, pinstriped mattress then spun around. After I hung the mesh laundry-bag that contained sheets, a itchy grey wool blanket, onto the wall, I stepped out onto the cellblock tier.

"No-Sleep!" a voice echoed. My eyes scanned from left to right until they landed upon a target. Standing about ten feet away, a young brother with a Shamar Moore complexion had his hands extended above his head. A broad grin revealed a glistening set of almost perfect white teeth. His smile was familiar but I was unsure if it really was my old friend because he lacked facial hair which was no big deal; however! His eyebrows had been shaved off as well.

I strolled up to the stocky, muscular, inviting brother. "JG!" I shouted merrily. Our hands clapped before we came chest to chest. As I stepped back, I couldn't help but ask... "What's up with your eyebrows?" JG's eyes dimmed as his chin dipped downwards; quickly he lifted his head, smiled awkwardly then said, "Garner. I just came from Garner."

I had heard of Garner Correctional Institution; it's where Connecticut use to house so-called gang members and people with mental health issues. At that time, inmates were locked in their cells 23 hours a day and received limited showers and recreation. Because, JG was accused of being a gang member, he was subjected to the lengthy lockdown for a prolonged period of time. I understood my brother and felt terrible that he had gone through the trauma of being in Garner. The toll that being in Garner was having on my brother, J.G's mental health hurt my heart.

As young boys, J.G and I had hung out in the hood. We were both sports fanatics; him, moreso than me. Although I played both basketball and football, a poor decision by my birth-mother had forced me to hit the streets to take care of myself. J.G was different-he was blessed with incredible athleticism and believed deeply in his abilities. While I skipped school and hung on corners seeking financial improvement, J.G was in class and participating in after-school sports. He was a star tailback that colleges were very interested in. He knew that all he had to do was stay the course and he would make it out of the hood. Indeed, his plans came to fruition.

Unfortunately, J.G's life was altered when he was arrested for a crime that he didn't commit. In the hood, when one is around places where crime pops off, they often become collateral damage. It's... 'tell what you know or go to jail.' With the so-called 'code of silence' dominating the culture, it was natural for J.G to remain silent even though he wasn't involved in the tragic murder of his own family member. His fifth amendment privilege was weaponized; instead of being a shield, it became a rifle that shot off his wings of freedom and landed him in prison.

J.G was an innocent man wrongfully sentenced to 50 years in prison. For over 25 years, I witnessed his devastating journey; it was marred by loss and injustice. As he languished behind bars, J.G's beloved grandmother, the pillar of his childhood, passed away, alongside other cherished family members. His children grew up unfamiliar with his fatherly presence, and his girlfriend moved on, abandoning him, cutting him off from a world he could no longer reach. After enduring 27 long years, the truth finally emerged: The State of Connecticut's State's Attorney had concealed critical evidence that could have exonerated J.G; yet they didn't want to release him once the Supreme Court overturned his case.

Not wanting to face another shady trial and risk the rest of his life behind bars, JG pleaded guilty to a lesser offense. He was released a short time later. Now, as he reintegrates into society, he has embraced a fresh start, distancing himself from the predatory environment that once trapped him. We were weary about ever regaining our freedom but after more than a quarter century, we both made it home. I'm proud to say that J.G is channeling his energy into being a standout citizen, much like the star athlete he once was. His case indeed is a story of Injustice Revealed.

By, Omar J. Miller