The John Jay College of Criminal Justice is a senior college of the City University of New York in Midtown Manhattan, New York City and is the only liberal arts college with a criminal justice and forensic focus in the United States. The college offers programs in Forensic Science and Forensic Psychology. It has about 14,000 full-time equivalent students, including traditional, pre-career undergraduate students and those pursuing master’s degrees in several disciplines.
The College is unique from other Criminal Justice programs across the country as a result of its locale. Besides local law enforcement agencies, the New York City area contains a number of federal law enforcement agencies.
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