On Monday I fulfilled my civic duty. I did this by sitting on my butt, because that’s
what justice requires in These United States.
Here is my Jury Duty
Reading List, based on my experience.
U.S. Constitution and
the Bill of Rights
The Holy Bible: Judges
On the Duty of Civil
Disobedience
The Adventures of
Sherlock Holmes
Candide
I was limited to what is on my Kindle, which is the only
reading material I carried with me. You
should know that I am too cheap to actually pay money for Kindle books, so I
mostly have classics, which are free. I
did splurge on buying The Holy Bible (NRSV)
with notes.
The most obvious place to start would be with the U.S. Constitution and the Bill of Rights. But I didn’t have that on my Kindle. The Bill of Rights was posted at the front of
the courtroom, but I was too afraid of the stern lady in the fuschia blouse who
was running the show. I stayed in my
seat.
It might have been proper to read, in the Bible, the book of
Judges. This is one of the books where it says “And
they did evil in the sight of the Lord” every third line. Fittingly tedious. Or maybe the Psalms – all the references on
righteousness?
But just then, Fuschia Blouse called us all into the jury
selection room, where we picked up our written instructions. This paper shouted, all in caps, that, among
other things, we had to stay in the room the entire day (except for lunchtime).
We were not to discuss the case, our involvement with the justice system, or
even our opinion of jury duty. (That is
why I am giving you a reading list instead of my opinion.)
It was at this point that I thought it appropriate to read Henry
David Thoreau’s On the Duty of Civil
Disobedience (1849). It doesn’t
take long for Hank to get around to expressing his anarchist tendencies: “That government is best which governs not at
all...” Well, that would never work in
this courtroom. If it were not for the
iron rule of Fuschia Blouse, jury duty would be chaos and the judicial system
would break down. Hank’s essay turned
out to be an objection to slavery and paying taxes. Old Hank was quite a curmudgeon, but he had a
point – he objects to paying taxes to a government which enslaved a large
portion of its populace.
Fuschia Blouse started calling our names so that we could
pick up a form. One guy went up to get
his form, and she said to him, “You’re wearing shorts. How could this have escaped my
attention?” This guy must not have listened
to the phone message when he called in about jury duty, because it specifically
said, “Show up on time. Don’t wear
shorts.” He was excused but will have to
come back another day to fulfill his civic duty, while wearing pants.
After lunch, we gathered back in the jury selection room. The charges were read. It was then that I
thought I should read The Adventures of
Sherlock Holmes, because of Holmes’ behavior “alternating from week to week
between cocaine and ambition...”
Fourteen citizens were picked from among us (I was not
picked), and voilà, the jury was chosen! And then, at 2:30 PM, Fuschia Blouse
announced that at 3 PM the rest of us would be excused. Time to read Candide - It was the best of all possible worlds! I would get home in time for my afternoon
work meeting.
In actuality, I had quite a lot of time to do work. I also prayed quite a lot: prayed that the
jurors who were selected would take it seriously, prayed for the defendant,
prayed thanks that we have a better judicial system than many countries do
(although ours is certainly far from perfect).
And now I am praying that I will not have to fulfill my civic duty for a
while.
2 comments:
You can't wear shorts? That seems a bit unfair.
I don't know what's worse, sitting in the room all day for nothing, or getting picked for the jury and having to spend even more time there.
Plus, for me, one of the worst things about being called for jury duty is simply having to find the courthouse and parking. I mean, how often does a person who doesn't actually work there need a courthouse?
I took the bus, which beforehand added a whole layer of anxiety to the whole experience, but it turned out to be easy as pie going on the bus - much better than trying to find parking, and paying $$$$ for it (which wasn't an option for me that day anyway, as I didn't have a car). I had a little help from my friends getting to/from the bus.
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