I know what you must be thinking because my blog post title reads like a
tabloid one sees at the grocery check out. I apologize, but I was really
trying to get your attention to convey what is a very important topic. Grab a
comforting cup of tea or coffee, and maybe a snack because this is going to
be another long blog post. No pretty pictures, just the facts m'am.
Last month I was summoned for jury duty. I have been summoned before
when I lived in Idaho, but never had to serve because I was not needed. I
assumed that would be the case again. I based this on the fact that David
had been called to serve shortly after we moved here, but was not needed.
So I showed up on the designated date, and the next thing I knew, my number
was called.
My first thoughts were these ~ I don't mind serving on a jury, but this is a really inconvenient time. I so hope that if I am called, it will be a quick trial and I will have fulfilled my duty for a while.
No such luck. I was called and I had a low number in a group of 84
potential jurors. We were each given a number on a large laminated
sign. We were to stand and hold up our number when one of the attorneys
called it out. Out of a field of 84, I was number 22. Our numbers were
randomly chosen by a computer. Now the process of narrowing down the
field would begin.
I soon realized that the attorneys were focusing their questions on the
jurors with the low numbers. This is not so good, I thought. I started doing
the math. I was number 22 and they needed a field of 12. This was not
going my way, yet perhaps there was a chance to still get out of this.
Then I heard my number being called. I stood up and raised my card.
The question from the attorney was this ....
How do you feel about sting operations?
This was my chance to get out of the running for the jury. I could have
lied and said, I think it is a form of entrapment and dislike the concept.
Instead, I truthfully said ....
I think they are helpful to catch potential criminal activity.
Bingo ~ I do believe that was the clincher. We took a long recess
while the attorneys decided our fate.
When we were called back in, we no longer had numbers. Instead
the jurors would be called by name. Thirteen names, 12 for the jury
and one alternate. I nervously waited through the names being called
one by one, up to number 11, that's when I heard my name .... Susan Freeman. Everyone else was thanked for their service and
dismissed. I kept thinking ... why do you have to be so darn competitive?Not everything is worth winning.
We were asked to sit in the jury box. Previously we were sitting
in the area of the court room reserved for trial visitors or witnesses.
Suddenly the room had a new perspective. Now I was a juror sitting
in the jury box. My mind flashed back to hundreds of episodes
of Law and Order. We were told the rules of the court and given
some information about the nature of the case that was about to
be tried. The judge and attorneys had now taken their positions.
The defendant was present.
The case was... the online sexual solicitation of a minor.
I now understood the seriousness of the crime. There was
no turning back, and no wishing I were somewhere else.
I was about to be immersed in the unpleasant facts and testimony.
As a member of the jury, I would be striving for justice. I was
suddenly glad to be there.