My heart was beating faster as they called me up to the jurors box. This was it. The moment when they decided whether or not to pick me as part of the Jury for a murder case.
They were especially interested in the fact that I had been to the crime scene in the immediate present. Would the fact that I had familiarity with the area taint my judgement or would it prove to be a valuable assett to determining the truth?
Watching the court stenographer (? The woman who types everything) I wondered about the “typewriter” that she used. It didn’t seem as if she was actually typing very fast at all. Could it be a shorthand typewriter?
Could I give a fair trial…. The question kept popping up. While I know that I most certainly could I tried to hesitate to answer. I would look 100% at the facts and make my decision based on that…. It’s just the type of person I am. I don’t judge people until I see the facts… Ask some of my friends. Many of them don’t get along with eachother, yet I maintain my friendships with both sides. I don’t make my own judgements based on heresay.
If chosen for the trial, I would certainly do my best to represent the truth… for either the plaintiff of the defendant…..
So, it came down to a moment of conspiracy between the judge, the lawyers and the courtroom staff… Today seemed longer than yesterday. yesterday they kept 4 of the 12 jurors selected to go up on the stand….. Today I sat there. Awaiting the court’s decision…..
I thought I heard the judge say “6”… Could half of us have been selected?
“If we do not call your name, you may leave…. The following people have been chosen…………”