Finally! I’ve got jury duty!
I’m pretty stoked about this. I for one have seen enough 1 hour dramas — not to mention the Pauly Shore documentary on the subject — to know how things typically go during juror deliberation. See, the prosecution does a pretty good job of smearing the character of the wrong-side-of-the-tracks youngster who is on trial, completely covering up the fact that they basically have no evidence to prove that this youngster is in fact the guilty party. Eleven out of the twelve jurors inevitably fall into one of the following categories:
a) they have expensive tickets to a sold out sporting event / and or concert which takes place this evening
b) they are racially disposed to the young man in question
c) they have been victims of the same type of crime this young man is supposed to have committed, and thus, have clouded judgement
causing all eleven of them to vote ‘guilty’ from the get-go.
It is now up to the twelfth juror to one-by-one convince each of the eleven others that there is in-fact no evidence, and that they are voting ‘guilty’ for personal reasons. Each time a vote is taken, one more juror learns the error of his or her ways, angering the remaining ‘guilty’ voters to higher and higher levels. Chairs will be thrown, fists will be pounded on tables, crusty chinese food containers will be knocked over.
The role of juror #12 is not one to be taken lightly, as peer pressue and ridicule go a long ways towards influencing the outcome of a modern jury decision. Being immune to peer pressure and ridicule, I feel that I am up to the task, and await the opportunity to yell at some bigots, knock over some chinese food containers and help preserve the future of a young man who probably actually committed the crime in question, just managed to not leave any evidence proving the fact.
Go American legal system!
