I received a jury summons on October 1st- the day after my laptop was stolen. Perhaps I should include this in the list of misfortunes that took place at the end of September. I was initially excited about the prospect of fulfilling part of my civic duty, and didn't even consider trying to get out of it.
I think I wrote it best in a text to my wife: This was some podunk bumpkin bullshit. There wasn't a cafeteria on site (which I didn't expect) but they didn't even have a vending machine. The room was a former courtroom that was now occupied around the periphery with what can be best described as church pews that would make a flagellating ascetic weep. These were the least comfortable benches I've sat in, and I grew up Catholic. There was no way I would be able to use my laptop to work on my grad school essays, and if I had tried there wasn't an outlet for when the battery started to die. I managed to read about 90 pages of Tom Sawyer over the course of the day, including checking my phone every 3 minutes to see if it had enough signal for a text or email. No... someone was using all of the 3Gs.
We watched a cheesy video about the jury selection process and our expected duties. Then we sat. We were told that a judge would come in in 15 minutes to give us an overview of the court's needs for a jury. He showed up 10 minutes late and said they had 15 cases that were going to trial. We were supposed to have heard something within about 20 minutes of his leaving. Nope. It was well over an hour before the clerk came in to announce that she was pulling 18 people for a jury. Then the old lady who sounded like she needed to be in an iron lung piped up that she didn't hear anything that was just said, because the clerk was looking away from our side of the room, and how could we be expected to hear her? So the whole thing was repeated, at volume. Goddamn.
I was selected to be one of 18 in the group of second alternates. After the initial swearing in BS the prosecutor stands up and asks us to describe to her how we can tell if a person is being honest. Are you fucking kidding me? You expect us to condense a highly complex intellectual process and a knowledge of the inherent flaws in the brain's capacity for recall (in which it can construct "truth" to fill in gaps in knowledge about an event that was witnessed and perceive the entire narrative as "true" and "factually correct") in front of other jurors, the accused, her attorney and the judge? I'll just say there wasn't a lot of light shed on the topic, but fortunately I wasn't called on to answer. I was able to get out of being on the jury when she asked if there were any people who did not like the Wal*Mart corporation, and then asked if we thought out dislike for the company could prevent us from being unbiased. The judge seemed incredulous that my distaste for the company ran so deeply that I would be unable to determine the guilt of an person accused of shoplifting from the establishment- but there it is. If she DID do it, and it hurt that store's bottom line such that it might possible be shut down, then more power to her.
I went back to the jury holding pen and waited for about another 45 minutes before we were dismissed. It was just under 4 hours, but it honestly felt like we were in there all day.
Wait- what?!
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This morning I received a call at 9:40, it was from Ken Anderson at WSU. I
thought he was calling to discuss why I had decided to not attend this
fall, lik...
6 months ago
