The Finalists
This disparate band of strangers, cobbled together only
hours before, was now one - a club; no, a family. Brought together by a random cut of the
cards, fate bonded them to common duty. They would now share their lives for a few
short days. The cook, the college
professor, the construction company owner, the librarian, the teachers, the
operations mgr., the rescue mission person, the students, the shipping clerk,
the retirees - each would now enter into an experience the rest of us could
only imagine. No matter the separate paths they would travel when trial was
done, they would never be completely apart again. And in a strange, wistful way, I was so
envious. In the coming days they would go through a life event I shall never
know. It was then that I realized, I wanted to be one of them.
They were given some preliminary instructions, then led away
to the jury room behind the bench. The rest of us were dismissed, our service
completed for this day. We could be
called upon again, but not for a long time. The visual impact of us walking out
the door back to our lives and the new jury filing through another door to a
new episode in theirs, was telling.
During the lull, while the judge prepared to instruct the new
jury panel, there occurred my third great surprise. The defendant was not
returned to a holding area, under guard, to remain sequestered until the trial began.
The defendant was allowed to exit the
same door we used. The defendant was - free!
Did this make sense?
Child sexual abuse, I think, should be considered a very serious charge,
not one in which you want the defendant wandering the streets during the trial
proceedings, not only for the obvious reasons, but how about the flight risk? I
know, presumption of innocence and all that, but still. Again, maybe I watch too much television and
too many movies. OK I tell myself, they know what they’re doing, I’m just a
peripheral participant here.
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