My lip quivered slightly as I gazed to my lawyer, and then to the jury. She gazed right back at me with considering eyes, and I looked away, feeling the urge to cry. I would be alright. I WOULD win this! I was right. And the good guys always win.
“Not guilty,” the jury said.
I stood there, my lip trembling as I gazed at the jury, waiting for her response. Would I win this case? I had to. I had to, I was right. This man had tried to kill me. I had to win this, or something dreadful was bound to happen. I looked back to the man.
emma
He looked to the jury, hands folded neatly in his lap. “You wanna the truth? You really wanna know the truth?” His eyes met each of theirs. “I did it. I did all of it. Every Goddamn thing they’ve told you… I did it.”
Danielle
I did everything i could think of to get out of it.Dressed in a weird outfit, made myself out to have crazy ideals. everything they say you should do to get out of jury duty. but here i am listening to this awful testimonies and viewing these unreal crime scene photos. apparently i am exactly who they need to pass judgment on dr. Seuss.
I DIDN’T WANT TO SERVE I DID EVERYTHING TO GET OUT OF IT. DRESSED FUNNY MADE MY SELF OUT TO HAVE CRAZY IDEALS. ALL THE SHIT THEY SAY WILL WORK. BUT HERE I AM ANYWAY LISTENING TO THESE AWFUL TESTIMONIES AND VIEWING THESE UNREAL CRIME SCENE PHOTOS. apparently i am exactly who they needed to pass judgement on dr. seuss.
jaekma
passing judgment on a guilty or not guilty man. beads of sweat come down his face as he awaits his sentenced.
The jury stared at the woman on the stand with judgmental eyes. It startled her into submission, and she kept her head bowed in an effort at stabilizing her rampaging emotions.
Zakiya Cornelius
“Innocent until proven guilty. Innocent until proven guilty. Innocent until proven guilty.”
The juries chanted in their hearts.
abigail rae
I have jury duty again. I sit and watch a video about how jury duty is so important then a judge comes in to tell us about the case. after an hour, the send us home only to come back another day. What a horrible process.
The jury is out on this one. I want to believe that T and I will make it but problems like this really test our patience and reveal more about who we are as people, and our character than we would like to admit. I want to be the bigger person and look the other way and at the same time I don’t want to be a door matt and not voice my concerns. I don’t know where Tj’s head is at
indira
“Okay. That’s the end of the final presentation of evidence and cross-examination. May the jury retreat to their private room to discuss the verdict?” The judge hit his gavel.
So Tim found himself with eleven other people arguing over the murder. And all of them thought he was guilty.
The sounds drowned out his thoughts. “Stop it! He’s innocent! Because — ” Tim groaned and drew out his lightsaber and slashed off everybody’s faces — “I DID IT!!!”
The jury has decided. A scary thought, that a body of your peers, your people can decide your outcome. Do they side in your favor or damn you to eternal persecution? It depends on the crime. But is every act punishable by law?
“As the jury has seen…” The man stood up and cleared his throat. “…my client was harassed repeatedly by the police. He was followed. He was searched without a warrant. He had his property seized. Worst of all; Detective Leonard Grayson assaulted him, not once but twice.” He smirked as he looked back at the detective. “If you ask me, the police force of Carbon County had it out for my client and were willing to take him down for anything they could…”
The jury walked back into the room. None of them looked him in the eye. A bad sign. He watched their faces. They were somber and serious. Except for the one he knew as Bobby. Bobby smiled. Bobby was looking him straight in the eye. Now, that insult so many years before would come full circle.
The ticking of the large wooden clock on the wall sounded like an impatient finger tap directed at them all. They were supposed to be deliberating, but no one was discussing anything, any more. Some stared down at the table, tired and resigned. The others glared daggers at the hold outs, who held their chin up, defiant.
He was in no shape to be in front of a jury, but he had to plead his case. His innocence was absolutley logical. He was totally not where they said he was and did not killl anyone.
You stand before me. Dark faces. Shadowless men. You’re wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Your face, your voice, your eyes, they’re all wrong. You’re never enough, you’ll never be enough. I’ll switch the lights on, shine on all of you, I’ll show you. You’re just a jury and nothing more.
AstroGirl
They decided his fate in complete ignorance of the crimes they each commit every day. Crimes of hatred. Crimes of ignorance. Crimes against humanity. Don’t hate them, though. They didn’t know themselves so well. A better response? Know yourself and love the world around you.
I had the opportunity to sit on the jury during the criminal proceedings in the law courts. I found the exercise to be most informative, and I was glad to perform that duty with care and due diligence.
I’ve never been on a jury, nor have I ever had jury duty. My husband was supposed to have to report to jury duty, right around our wedding anniversary last year, but when he called in in the morning as he was instructed, there was no need for him to come in. Neither of us have experienced it. I don’t think if I can recall that my parents have either. I know my grandmother was actually on a jury, but for a “small” case, only lasting a few days. Other than that, no one that I know of in my family has been on a jury in a large or substantial case.
They say you’re innocent until you’ve been proven guilty, but I knew without a doubt that that jury was about to convict me, and so help me god I deserved it. I deserved it more than the aristocratic man with the Roman nose that was convicted of money laundering; I deserved it more than the twenty-or-so year old kid just done for theft; I deserved it, and there was no going back.
Bethany
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The jury was all that there was. They were the ones to make the decision. I had no choice. I had no voice. What else could I do but go with what they chose? It’s a sad life, mine. I made my choice and now they make theirs. I must live with it. They are the jury.
Ms. pyrope had never seen such an outburst from the jury of the defendant’s peers. Surely they wouldn’t defend serket, right? What made them so eager to now? Was it her strong wrists, pulled behind her back by rope? Was it the quirky smirk that bridged across her narrow chin? Or, was it the glowing blue circle at her temple, beckoning for her to dare?
Erin Marie
My father was a jury. I’m not even sure what a jury is. I do think it’s some kind of judge, right?
E
So he was innocent. After 20 hours of debates the jury had finally decided. They were having a coffee, only a small break before their next case. A woman aged 24. It was were her first time before the court and everyone could tell she was being nervouse.
Stef
I thought he was kind of cute. He sat in the second row. When he stood up to leave he looked back at me and winked. Right then and there I knew I would be found guilty… Jury number 7.
Acguitted of no crime
stand aloone
the worlds a stage
us against them
recurring theme
justice for all
priced at the local mall
plays o mankind
richly displayed
men in black cloaks
within hides the joke
jury. a limited group of unknown people. they all live their own lives just like me and you. this random group of people can completely change someones life for the better or for the absolute worst, all based on their simple judgment.
Who can tell him what to do? If I imagine the place I want to be in, the touch I am to be given, how can anyone ever feel free? Everyone needs to feel like their thoughts, their heart-felt words come from within, from a place where in reality, no one else can ever be a jury.
Macha
The jury couldn’t decide whether he was guilty or not. I was outraged. It was obvious what he did to me. I was beaten and bruised and my innocence was ripped away from me, like someone was ripping duct tape off my skin. My body was tired and my head wouldn’t shut up. If they found him not guilty, I would slit his throat myself.
she was not afraid. she was strong. she knew she could do this. she is lying to herself. she is deathly afraid. the jury ruled against her and she is afraid. she does not know what to do now. she is terrified.
oh man. jury duty is a mess in my county. no parking. pay for parking. it’s hectic. i had to do my jury duty a few years ago which means i’ll be in the jury pool again before too much longer. sigh. hopefully it will take another 30 years to get my name drawn again and by then i’ll be able to exempt. i think. lol
In every moment of life, we stand before a jury of ourselves. No other decision in this world will be as effective, degrading, or decisive as the one you make for yourself.
ashley
The jury was picked for their general inablity to recognize or sympathize with other members of humanity. They were picked for their general ignorance, or for their fixation on their own misery – housewives contemplating divorce…
The jury was picked for its indifference to the sufferings of other human beings. They were housewives, disabled and elderly that were ultimately more focused on their own pain than that of the victim.
Kat
the rural juror – say ten times
Not much happening out here – rural juror ay?
gander
Patrick sweats. Joe hums. Pete watches.
“So you like Andy,” Joe says.
Patrick rolls his eyes and focuses on unknotting his laces, then retying them. Fuck this, he’s sticking to slip on from now on.
“Joe,” Pete says. Patrick’s never thought Pete would have to be the one reining Joe, out of everyone in.
“It’s a question.”
“That I’m not in the mood for,” Patrick replies.
Michelle
I was summoned for jury duty two weeks before my birthday, and this allegedly was a big case. Obviously, I couldn’t tell anyone what was happening, not even my wife, who was a lawyer and always was interested in litigation and criminal cases. I arrived at the civic center at 7:30 AM, way too early, and settled down with a book I had pulled from my office shelf. A stranger, younger than I was by probably about five years, sat down next to me.
My lip quivered slightly as I gazed to my lawyer, and then to the jury. She gazed right back at me with considering eyes, and I looked away, feeling the urge to cry. I would be alright. I WOULD win this! I was right. And the good guys always win.
“Not guilty,” the jury said.
meow
I stood there, my lip trembling as I gazed at the jury, waiting for her response. Would I win this case? I had to. I had to, I was right. This man had tried to kill me. I had to win this, or something dreadful was bound to happen. I looked back to the man.
He looked to the jury, hands folded neatly in his lap. “You wanna the truth? You really wanna know the truth?” His eyes met each of theirs. “I did it. I did all of it. Every Goddamn thing they’ve told you… I did it.”
I did everything i could think of to get out of it.Dressed in a weird outfit, made myself out to have crazy ideals. everything they say you should do to get out of jury duty. but here i am listening to this awful testimonies and viewing these unreal crime scene photos. apparently i am exactly who they need to pass judgment on dr. Seuss.
I DIDN’T WANT TO SERVE I DID EVERYTHING TO GET OUT OF IT. DRESSED FUNNY MADE MY SELF OUT TO HAVE CRAZY IDEALS. ALL THE SHIT THEY SAY WILL WORK. BUT HERE I AM ANYWAY LISTENING TO THESE AWFUL TESTIMONIES AND VIEWING THESE UNREAL CRIME SCENE PHOTOS. apparently i am exactly who they needed to pass judgement on dr. seuss.
passing judgment on a guilty or not guilty man. beads of sweat come down his face as he awaits his sentenced.
The jury stared at the woman on the stand with judgmental eyes. It startled her into submission, and she kept her head bowed in an effort at stabilizing her rampaging emotions.
“Innocent until proven guilty. Innocent until proven guilty. Innocent until proven guilty.”
The juries chanted in their hearts.
I have jury duty again. I sit and watch a video about how jury duty is so important then a judge comes in to tell us about the case. after an hour, the send us home only to come back another day. What a horrible process.
The jury is out on this one. I want to believe that T and I will make it but problems like this really test our patience and reveal more about who we are as people, and our character than we would like to admit. I want to be the bigger person and look the other way and at the same time I don’t want to be a door matt and not voice my concerns. I don’t know where Tj’s head is at
“Okay. That’s the end of the final presentation of evidence and cross-examination. May the jury retreat to their private room to discuss the verdict?” The judge hit his gavel.
So Tim found himself with eleven other people arguing over the murder. And all of them thought he was guilty.
The sounds drowned out his thoughts. “Stop it! He’s innocent! Because — ” Tim groaned and drew out his lightsaber and slashed off everybody’s faces — “I DID IT!!!”
The jury has decided. A scary thought, that a body of your peers, your people can decide your outcome. Do they side in your favor or damn you to eternal persecution? It depends on the crime. But is every act punishable by law?
“As the jury has seen…” The man stood up and cleared his throat. “…my client was harassed repeatedly by the police. He was followed. He was searched without a warrant. He had his property seized. Worst of all; Detective Leonard Grayson assaulted him, not once but twice.” He smirked as he looked back at the detective. “If you ask me, the police force of Carbon County had it out for my client and were willing to take him down for anything they could…”
The jury walked back into the room. None of them looked him in the eye. A bad sign. He watched their faces. They were somber and serious. Except for the one he knew as Bobby. Bobby smiled. Bobby was looking him straight in the eye. Now, that insult so many years before would come full circle.
The ticking of the large wooden clock on the wall sounded like an impatient finger tap directed at them all. They were supposed to be deliberating, but no one was discussing anything, any more. Some stared down at the table, tired and resigned. The others glared daggers at the hold outs, who held their chin up, defiant.
He was in no shape to be in front of a jury, but he had to plead his case. His innocence was absolutley logical. He was totally not where they said he was and did not killl anyone.
You stand before me. Dark faces. Shadowless men. You’re wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Your face, your voice, your eyes, they’re all wrong. You’re never enough, you’ll never be enough. I’ll switch the lights on, shine on all of you, I’ll show you. You’re just a jury and nothing more.
They decided his fate in complete ignorance of the crimes they each commit every day. Crimes of hatred. Crimes of ignorance. Crimes against humanity. Don’t hate them, though. They didn’t know themselves so well. A better response? Know yourself and love the world around you.
I had the opportunity to sit on the jury during the criminal proceedings in the law courts. I found the exercise to be most informative, and I was glad to perform that duty with care and due diligence.
I’ve never been on a jury, nor have I ever had jury duty. My husband was supposed to have to report to jury duty, right around our wedding anniversary last year, but when he called in in the morning as he was instructed, there was no need for him to come in. Neither of us have experienced it. I don’t think if I can recall that my parents have either. I know my grandmother was actually on a jury, but for a “small” case, only lasting a few days. Other than that, no one that I know of in my family has been on a jury in a large or substantial case.
They say you’re innocent until you’ve been proven guilty, but I knew without a doubt that that jury was about to convict me, and so help me god I deserved it. I deserved it more than the aristocratic man with the Roman nose that was convicted of money laundering; I deserved it more than the twenty-or-so year old kid just done for theft; I deserved it, and there was no going back.
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The jury was all that there was. They were the ones to make the decision. I had no choice. I had no voice. What else could I do but go with what they chose? It’s a sad life, mine. I made my choice and now they make theirs. I must live with it. They are the jury.
Ms. pyrope had never seen such an outburst from the jury of the defendant’s peers. Surely they wouldn’t defend serket, right? What made them so eager to now? Was it her strong wrists, pulled behind her back by rope? Was it the quirky smirk that bridged across her narrow chin? Or, was it the glowing blue circle at her temple, beckoning for her to dare?
My father was a jury. I’m not even sure what a jury is. I do think it’s some kind of judge, right?
So he was innocent. After 20 hours of debates the jury had finally decided. They were having a coffee, only a small break before their next case. A woman aged 24. It was were her first time before the court and everyone could tell she was being nervouse.
I thought he was kind of cute. He sat in the second row. When he stood up to leave he looked back at me and winked. Right then and there I knew I would be found guilty… Jury number 7.
Acguitted of no crime
stand aloone
the worlds a stage
us against them
recurring theme
justice for all
priced at the local mall
plays o mankind
richly displayed
men in black cloaks
within hides the joke
jury. a limited group of unknown people. they all live their own lives just like me and you. this random group of people can completely change someones life for the better or for the absolute worst, all based on their simple judgment.
Who can tell him what to do? If I imagine the place I want to be in, the touch I am to be given, how can anyone ever feel free? Everyone needs to feel like their thoughts, their heart-felt words come from within, from a place where in reality, no one else can ever be a jury.
The jury couldn’t decide whether he was guilty or not. I was outraged. It was obvious what he did to me. I was beaten and bruised and my innocence was ripped away from me, like someone was ripping duct tape off my skin. My body was tired and my head wouldn’t shut up. If they found him not guilty, I would slit his throat myself.
she was not afraid. she was strong. she knew she could do this. she is lying to herself. she is deathly afraid. the jury ruled against her and she is afraid. she does not know what to do now. she is terrified.
oh man. jury duty is a mess in my county. no parking. pay for parking. it’s hectic. i had to do my jury duty a few years ago which means i’ll be in the jury pool again before too much longer. sigh. hopefully it will take another 30 years to get my name drawn again and by then i’ll be able to exempt. i think. lol
In every moment of life, we stand before a jury of ourselves. No other decision in this world will be as effective, degrading, or decisive as the one you make for yourself.
The jury was picked for their general inablity to recognize or sympathize with other members of humanity. They were picked for their general ignorance, or for their fixation on their own misery – housewives contemplating divorce…
The jury was picked for its indifference to the sufferings of other human beings. They were housewives, disabled and elderly that were ultimately more focused on their own pain than that of the victim.
the rural juror – say ten times
Not much happening out here – rural juror ay?
Patrick sweats. Joe hums. Pete watches.
“So you like Andy,” Joe says.
Patrick rolls his eyes and focuses on unknotting his laces, then retying them. Fuck this, he’s sticking to slip on from now on.
“Joe,” Pete says. Patrick’s never thought Pete would have to be the one reining Joe, out of everyone in.
“It’s a question.”
“That I’m not in the mood for,” Patrick replies.
I was summoned for jury duty two weeks before my birthday, and this allegedly was a big case. Obviously, I couldn’t tell anyone what was happening, not even my wife, who was a lawyer and always was interested in litigation and criminal cases. I arrived at the civic center at 7:30 AM, way too early, and settled down with a book I had pulled from my office shelf. A stranger, younger than I was by probably about five years, sat down next to me.