headshok and delphica: I was among a pool of 48 potential jurors drawn for the voir dire on Wednesday. We were questioned in groups of twelve and I was sixth in the first group.
We were asked if we had any formal training in law, if we or any of our relatives had been victims of violent crime, if we were members of any religious or community associations, and if we had any beliefs or philosophy that would preclude us from judging people.
I thought for sure my experience as legal officer on my ship in the Navy, where I oftentimes served as a de facto prosecutor, would disqualify me, but it didn’t. I must have struck them as intelligent and fair-minded regardless (suckers!).
They asked if we had any hardships that would prevent us from serving. Many people claimed they did but really didn’t, like the grad student who had finals this week (she was able to get them deferred) and the real estate attorney who had 30 closings to finish by the end of July (the judge asked, “How long ago did you get your summons?” and that shut him up).
One man was a Wal-Mart store detective who admitted his presumption of guilt against “young people.” He didn’t make the jury.
A woman said she’d just ended a 10-year relationship, just lost her job and had three children at home. She wasn’t made to serve.
Fourteen of us were selected; twelve jurors and two alternates. The alternates weren’t needed, and in fact couldn’t even sit in on the deliberations: they went to what I called the “alternate jurors playroom” down in the sheriff’s office. They had magazines and a TV.
Jason, a political science graduate who intends to go to law school, asked to be the foreman and was unanimously elected.
We started off by going around the table and asking everyone their initial opinion. Three or four (including myself) said Not Guilty.
I was mostly impressed by the intelligence, patience and wisdom of my fellow jurors, who were all ages and professions. Four of us were white men; three were black men. There was one black woman and the rest were white women.
I did have to roll my eyes at Freddie, a middle-aged woman who “knew in her heart” Sammy didn’t pull the trigger and told us she’d “prayed to God” to guide our decision. Whatever, Freddie.