I was called back into jury duty on Monday.
They had asked that we call in at noon to find out if we were needed or not. Apparently we were, and we were needed RIGHT DAMN NOW!!!. So, I had to race into town (I work in the valley and there’s construction everywhere between here and the courthouse. I made it with 5 minutes to spare.
I went into yet another courtroom and did the jury selection shuffle. I didn’t say much this time and sat back and watched the other people do their best to impress (though I did tell them about my family’s law enforcement history).
They picked me as juror #9.
The next morning, I was in the courtroom listing to a case. The defendant was charged with possession of a controlled substance (cocaine). There were a lot of odd details for this case and nothing was as straight forward as the prosecution would have us believe. The trial only lasted until about 2:30 and then we went into deliberations.
First and foremost: people, as a general rule, are stupid. I’m not saying that I’m anything special, but when ever I get stuck someplace with strangers, I find that an overwhelming urge to twist someone’s neck shut comes over me. It’s difficult to restrain myself at times.
Jury deliberation was one of those times.
We first elected a jury foreman. They tried to get me to do it but I convinced them that someone else might be better suited. We then ran around the table, giving general impressions of the case (remember, we’re not supposed to decide until after we talk it over). It was immediately apparent that this wasn’t the case.
The room was 7 to 5 for the guilty verdict right off the bat.
Two hours later… it was 11 to 1 for guilty (and you can guess what chair I was sitting in).
I wasn’t trying to be a pain in the ass, but we were deciding the path that someone’s life was about to take. I didn’t want to do a quick “call ’em guilty and lets get a beer”. They hadn’t looked at everything the way that we were instructed to and I was going to hold them to it.
I finally changed my vote, though I still had a few reservations, but I had passed the “reasonable doubt” threshold. We returned to the court room and read it to the Judge.
I’m not going to hold this as a fond memory and certainly didn’t make any friends, but I do feel that the defendant got a fair trial, and that’s what is important.