Jury Duty - for the only other 11 people who understand
At first I thought, who am I to judge? But on second thought, who am I NOT to judge? At least by judging I am standing up and saying “This is not OK”. I cannot stand for this. From the start I knew I would be picked. And at first it was interesting to see all of the people from all walks of life. 60+ of us sitting before a judge and having 2 lawyers ask us random questions. Some were put on the spot. Still others were passed over. There seemed no plan or rhyme to their methods, at least not that I could see. The mood was tense. Most of us didn’t want to be there. I sat expectantly, knowing at the end that I would be picked. Gradually, the people one by one started fading away and you could see who wouldn’t be picked. I could have answered differently and saved myself the grief but I didn’t. I was honest. When they called my name and I sat among 11 others, we were all unsure and all a little irritated- especially when the judge told us to expect to clear our schedules fo