Can't say my memories of the system were warm and fuzzy.
Yes, periodic reader, I was once one of the chosen people ... a panel of 12 'peers' to decide the fate of an accused drunken driver who by looks alone was not the sort you would stay next to should he find a seat open next to you on a bench in Washington Park. The prosecution made it's case (poorly) and the defense presented its witnesses, all family of the accused. We heard the evidence that was presented and withdrew to the jury room. I must have said something brilliant that resulted in my election as jury foreman, keeping my record intact of never winning anything worth having.
We deliberated deliberately and within 60 to 90 minutes any confidence I had in this system of justice was severely eroded. All in the room wanted ... what? Justice? Nope. They wanted to be home, or at the Trailblazer Game (can you imagine THAT being a priority?), or any place but considering the fate of the guy who sat facing us, looking oh so guilty ... of something.
One lady remarked that the police testimony was compelling because the police just don't lie! We all know that is true, right? I mean, she had an uncle who was a policeman and ....blah, blah, blah. What was the REAL compelling truth? That neither side presented enough of a case to convict.
What did we decide? Thats right, reader...hang 'em high...lets go get a Latte...has the second quarter started yet?
Truth - justice - the American way. Some 2 time looser is a 3 time looser now ... and we were all home in time for a late supper; but his is going to be a bit less inviting than ours, and the table conversation perhaps less stimulating.
On the brighter side, maybe I won't get picked this time. I definitely won't allow my name in the hat for foreman. Just too much responsibility and anyway, been there, done that.
Even as I type they are doing the first selection, randomly of course ... 34 'lottery winners'. Jez. I didn't get picked. I take it back. I have won something worth having ... This round.
