Civic Responsibility 101
Jun. 23rd, 2017 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Otherwise known as jury duty, which I was summoned to this week.
It turned out not to be too bad, aside from getting up at 5:30 in the morning so I could be absolutely sure of getting to Local County Seat's courthouse by 8:20 a.m. (I pulled into a parking spot at 7:15, go me). The court clerk announced that there were 264 people in the jury room, and they would need 184 for jury duty. So they started calling names (in groups, and if your name was called you were in a specific group assigned to a specific court), and they got to the VERY LAST GROUP ... and my name was called.
BUT. It was for a court in Southern Suburb of My County, where only a sliver of the suburb is actually in the county, and the case wasn't scheduled to start until 9 the next morning. So -- everyone in my group (15 people) got to go home for the rest of the day. We were told to call Southern Suburb's court that afternoon to see if the case was going forward. I called, and the clerk said it was, but to call again at 8 the next morning. So I called at 8 the next morning -- nope, the case was still active. Well, fine. Off I go to Southern Suburb.
Southern Suburb's courthouse ... is barely a courthouse. It's mostly a county government office, where they do passport applications, vehicle registration, etc., all the mundane things that people need. The courtroom was literally tucked behind a combination display case/load-bearing pillar, next to a constable's office. All 15 of us initialed a sheet of paper with our names on it, then sat down on hard wooden benches to wait. It was cold, just as Local County Seat's courthouse had been cold (it felt like they had the a/c set at 73 or lower).
At approximately 9 a.m., someone (I assume a bailiff) shouted "[NAME REDACTED] vs. [NAME REDACTED]," and ... nothing happened. (It was a woman's name and a man's name.) At about 9:03 we filed into the tiny courtroom and sat down (on padded benches, yay!), then got up again as the judge came in, then sat down again. WE WERE REALLY QUIET AND SOLEMN, YOU GUYS, BECAUSE COURT.
And then the judge said the case had been discharged because the two parties had reached a settlement of some sort because they didn't want to face an honest-to-god jury trial. Thanks for coming, you're the bedrock of our democratic system, we appreciate your service. So my jury service ended up lasting all of ten minutes. And I was kind of disappointed! I mean, I hate being out of my comfort zone and being social with strangers, but everything had been fairly interesting and had gone well so far, and I had psyched myself up to Do My Duty and I was actually eager to find out the details of the case! (I tried Googling the redacted names later but couldn't find anything.)
So that was it. My country, 'tis of thee. :D
OTHERWISE. It is hot and humid. In recent weeks, I have read:
The Sunlight Pilgrims, by Jenni Fagan. Apocafic, ahoy! Really liked it, two thumbs up.
Oleander, Jacaranda: A Childhood Perceived, by Penelope Lively. Memoir of the English novelist's Egyptian childhood. Very interesting, would recommend.
The Astaires: Fred & Adele, by Kathleen Riley. Short dual biography of Fred Astaire and his sister, Adele. Maybe a bit too heavy on the details of the behind-the-scenes construction of a Broadway musical, but still good.
Not sure what is up next -- maybe Min Jin Lee's Pachinko, maybe Paul La Farge's The Night Ocean, maybe something else. :-)
It turned out not to be too bad, aside from getting up at 5:30 in the morning so I could be absolutely sure of getting to Local County Seat's courthouse by 8:20 a.m. (I pulled into a parking spot at 7:15, go me). The court clerk announced that there were 264 people in the jury room, and they would need 184 for jury duty. So they started calling names (in groups, and if your name was called you were in a specific group assigned to a specific court), and they got to the VERY LAST GROUP ... and my name was called.
BUT. It was for a court in Southern Suburb of My County, where only a sliver of the suburb is actually in the county, and the case wasn't scheduled to start until 9 the next morning. So -- everyone in my group (15 people) got to go home for the rest of the day. We were told to call Southern Suburb's court that afternoon to see if the case was going forward. I called, and the clerk said it was, but to call again at 8 the next morning. So I called at 8 the next morning -- nope, the case was still active. Well, fine. Off I go to Southern Suburb.
Southern Suburb's courthouse ... is barely a courthouse. It's mostly a county government office, where they do passport applications, vehicle registration, etc., all the mundane things that people need. The courtroom was literally tucked behind a combination display case/load-bearing pillar, next to a constable's office. All 15 of us initialed a sheet of paper with our names on it, then sat down on hard wooden benches to wait. It was cold, just as Local County Seat's courthouse had been cold (it felt like they had the a/c set at 73 or lower).
At approximately 9 a.m., someone (I assume a bailiff) shouted "[NAME REDACTED] vs. [NAME REDACTED]," and ... nothing happened. (It was a woman's name and a man's name.) At about 9:03 we filed into the tiny courtroom and sat down (on padded benches, yay!), then got up again as the judge came in, then sat down again. WE WERE REALLY QUIET AND SOLEMN, YOU GUYS, BECAUSE COURT.
And then the judge said the case had been discharged because the two parties had reached a settlement of some sort because they didn't want to face an honest-to-god jury trial. Thanks for coming, you're the bedrock of our democratic system, we appreciate your service. So my jury service ended up lasting all of ten minutes. And I was kind of disappointed! I mean, I hate being out of my comfort zone and being social with strangers, but everything had been fairly interesting and had gone well so far, and I had psyched myself up to Do My Duty and I was actually eager to find out the details of the case! (I tried Googling the redacted names later but couldn't find anything.)
So that was it. My country, 'tis of thee. :D
OTHERWISE. It is hot and humid. In recent weeks, I have read:
The Sunlight Pilgrims, by Jenni Fagan. Apocafic, ahoy! Really liked it, two thumbs up.
Oleander, Jacaranda: A Childhood Perceived, by Penelope Lively. Memoir of the English novelist's Egyptian childhood. Very interesting, would recommend.
The Astaires: Fred & Adele, by Kathleen Riley. Short dual biography of Fred Astaire and his sister, Adele. Maybe a bit too heavy on the details of the behind-the-scenes construction of a Broadway musical, but still good.
Not sure what is up next -- maybe Min Jin Lee's Pachinko, maybe Paul La Farge's The Night Ocean, maybe something else. :-)
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Date: 2017-06-23 10:48 pm (UTC)I hope they keep calling me! I'd like to serve on a jury, just to see what it's like.
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Date: 2017-06-23 11:07 pm (UTC)The second time was six years ago. I had a medical affidavit because I was about to start chemo, so I was excused.
And the third time was this week (Tuesday and Wednesday). :D
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Date: 2017-06-24 02:10 am (UTC)I've added The Sunlight Pilgrims to my list of books I don't have time to read (sigh)
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Date: 2017-06-24 03:32 am (UTC)I assume that Canadian jury duty is about the same as ours? That is, names are drawn from voter registration rolls and drivers' licenses ...
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Date: 2017-06-24 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-24 12:59 pm (UTC)