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. ...I ended up being selected for a murder one trial. A young woman had shot her boyfriend and disappeared and seems to have ALMOST gotten away with it (mistaken time of death at first gave her an alibi). . Young, pretty, white, corporate-type defendant. Slightly older Mexican, bearded, hardcore hippie yoga instructor victim. She claimed that he had been so remorseful about what he had just done to her that he took the gun she had pointed at his head and PULLED it hard into his foredhead saying, "I deserve to die" and the gun "accidentally" went off. . It felt like I was Henry Fonda in "Twelve Angry Men" except the reverse -- at the beginning of the deliberations I was totally convinced that she was guilty. Many of the jurors (totally unfamiliar with guns) had not understood what was an EXCELLENT presentation by the prosecutor about the shooting. I asked the judge to allow her to explain again and she did -- which turned around the judgment of about half the jurors. It started out (I think) two for 1st degree murder, 9 for 2nd degree, and one not guilty. When we finally gave up, I think it was nine for 1st, two for 2nd, and one for manslaughter. . The one not guilty/manslaughter vote was an old homophobic racist. The defendant claimed that the victim had anally raped her (EVERY one of the witnesses testified that this guy was an EXCEPTIONALLY gentle, peaceful man who they had never heard even raise his voice -- including one ex-wife and an ex-longterm girlfriend) and this juror kept asking weird questions about the victim's relationship with the buddy who testified about his character at the trial -- sent weird homophobic questions to the judge in paper form during the trial, and insisted on referring to him as a "GAY-ro" instead of a guru. We later found out that we probably could have had him removed as a juror, but they keep you in the dark about such things while the trial is in progress. We came close to turning him in and he changed his vote from "not guilty" to guilty of manslaughter. . It had to be a unanimous vote. The trial took two weeks or more and two of the jurors were self-employed contractors and after a while, ALL they had to talk about was getting the damn thing over with so they could start making money again. . We ended up with a hung jury (not that I like to brag about that or nothin'). . They tried her again the following year and convicted her of second-degree murder. . It was grueling. It was frustrating. It was VERY sad. And it was fascinating. .
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