As I walk into the room filled with, “A jury of my peers”, I begin to question how fair or how biased we will all be. I am always one to question the system, but I know that I cannot do anything about the system itself, so I have to just go along with it, and follow the crowd. I guess my need to question everything is what I bring to the table of the jury room, although I may not have the courage to voice my opinions. I am sad to say that being on a jury is not a job that suits me well. I am not in any way patient, and I genuinely hate confrontation. I will avoid it at all costs. I also tend to show sympathy for people I know I should not show sympathy for. I, myself, am a doctor. I work in the emergency room at a hospital. There, everything is fast paced, which is the right speed for me.
I look across the room to scope out the people I will be spending the next few hours of my life with. I don’t know why, but I see them all as my competition, although I know there is no race to be won here. “Okay, let’s get
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It’s not the most complicated of felonies. A man walked into a local grocery store, took out a gun, and told the cashier to give him all the money in the cash registers. This is easy. The cameras caught him in the act, and several witnesses identified the suspect. Later that day, the man was arrested by police. Nobody was hurt, and from watching the man during the trial, I really don’t think that he would have hurt anyone if the cashier did not give him the money. I begin to wonder why the man robbed the store in the first place. Did he need the money that badly? Was he living on the street? Again, I am feeling sympathy for a man who could have actually killed another person. I must stop myself from thinking any further because all of the facts are in front of me. This man committed a crime, regardless of his reasons. “I am calling for a vote”, the foreman says, “Everyone voting guilty raise your