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did a very good job considering the circumstances.  I would not hesitate to have him defend me.  We were instructed by the judge and sent to deliberate. In the jury room we attempted to find a possible route of innocence for the defendant.  But, every attempt was refuted with ease.  Only two of the jurors showed an ignorance of the facts in the case.  But even they reached the right verdict, in spite of the facts.  We voted twice and each time it was 12-0.  He was guilty. While waiting to be called back into the courtroom, a few of the jurors began talking and laughing about other subjects.  How could they laugh?  Are they insensitive?  Are they detached? During the trial, the defendant had acted cordially, never showing emotion.  During his testimony, he was as calm as anyone could be in that situation.  But, as he awaited the verdict, he bent his head toward the table and closed his eyes.  I watched him as the verdict was read.  At the word "guilty," he jerked his head and quavered some, but he did not look around. (11/29/1974) No jurors were selected. We were dismissed at 11:30 a.m. (the day after Thanksgiving). (12/2/1974) Today we got 70 or 80 new jurors.  The room is crowded again.  Two panels were called.  I wait. (12/5/1974) I have not been called for a panel for four days now.  We have averaged one panel a day.  The changeover is complete.  The old jurors have left and the new are settled.  I'm in the middle. A strange thing about the television and its viewers: someone will turn it on in the morning and select a channel.  Nobody ever changes it.  One day it's all soap operas and one day it's reruns.  Lately it's been game shows ad nauseum.  I prefer to read. The jurors in the assembly room: 1. card players; 2. televiewers; 3. readers; 4. knitters; 5. gabbers; 6. wanderers; 7. sleepers; 8. loners; 9. puzzlers; 10. the guy who waers a blue C&R suit and walks around looking for magazines to thumb through - I drew a map. (12/10/1974) I was called on a panel today, but they didn't even let us sit down.  They waited ten minutes and then sent us back. (12/11/1974) I'm finally on another jury; probably my last.  They only called 30 of us for this panel.  They're getting short of jurors.  I was the first juror called from the panel.  The interrogation of the jury was going well until the man next to me mentioned that he had been in an accident with two "colored" people.  Both the plaintiff and his attorney are black. I happened to be looking at the lawyer who gave a jerk at the word "colored."  After further questioning, the juror admitted that he could not be impartial in this case.  The lawyers simultaneously stipulated that the juror be dismissed for cause.  The judge agreed and thanked the juror for his honesty.  Before this scene, both lawyers had been careful to ignore the possibility of prejudice.  But now, the black lawyer went into a tirade (filibuster?), sending long repetitive questions at the replacement juror - questions meant for the entire jury.  He made it plain that he wanted any other prejudiced jurors to surrender themselves. I saw the court reporter heave and sigh and glance hopelessly at the bailiff.  The judge, the defense lawyer and everyone in the court were becoming uneasy as the speech continued.  When the lawyer for the plaintiff was finally finished with a juror, the defense lawyer seized upon that opportunity to become the "good guy" by making small jokes and keeping his questions short.  It was a relief. Besides the bigot, two jurors were challenged: a woman whose child had had a similar accident and a man who was a third-year law student.  Jury selection continues tomorrow. (12/12/1974) I got bumped off the jury by the defense lawyer.  It was really a surprise.  Later one of the other jurors came up to me and said that she was shocked that I had been bumped. At 3:30 p.m. a panel was called that almost emptied the room.  There were 14 of us remaining.  I don't think there will be enough for a panel tomorrow. (12/13/1974)  There were only 14 of us in the jury assembly room this morning.  As soon as some other jurors returned from a case, a panel was chosen.  The room was emptied. Judge Bell is a long-winded, slow-talking man.  He spoke to us for 90 minutes and managed to ask one question each of the 12 jurors.  During his speech, he mentioned that court officials sometimes work during noontime and until 6:00 p.m.  The court reporter glanced at the ceiling and heaved a sigh at the mention of the extra work.  The judge told us to return at 9:30 a.m. Monday and wait outside the courtroom. (12/16/1974) We arrived at 9:30 a.m.  At 10:00 a.m. we were given a coffee break.  At 10:45 a.m. we were allowed into the courtroom.  The lawyers and the court reporter went to the judge's chambers for a discussion on the record.  At 11:30 a.m. the bailiff came out with our packet of juror's names.  He began a conversation with the defendant that seemed to indicate to me that the case would be thrown out.  At 11:45 a.m. the judge came out and dismissed us.  No reason was given, but there was speculation that it was because 12 of the 26 prospective jurors had just come from a case involving a defendant with exactly the same last name. The new jurors have arrived.  I'm a lame duck. (12/17/1974) Last day - freedom and back to work.