It is about MY MY MY, not me me me.
My family.
My income.
My responsibility as a parent, husband, and primary provider.
I don't really care who has a problem with that.
I sat on a jury about 4 years ago during a capital offense case. The defendent was an evil douchebag that had a repetitive violent history.
The defendant was black and so were about 6 or 7 fellow jurors. The victim in the case was also black. When we were handed the case to start jury deliberations, our jury foreman turned to me at the beginning and asked me for the first verdict.
I proudly laid out my position to all of my fellow jurors. It didn't take long. They all agreed with my verdict. Every single one.
I felt, my fellow jurors felt, the victim felt, and the LEO officers involved in the case felt, that the proper justice was served when our verdict was announced in that courtroom that day.
The criminal on trial in my case was a habitual felon, who at one point in the past, had shot a guy in the face at point blank range completely blowing off his lower jaw. The victim survived.
I elected to send that completely useless POS away for the rest of his life with no chance of parole. My fellow jurors agreed with me.
Did I enjoy being there in court for two weeks? The answer is absolutely not. Did I feel proud to have assisted in getting a repeat violent offender off the street for the rest of his life? You bet your ass I did.
I also felt very good when we all reentered the courtroom to deliver our second verdict that was the handing down of the life sentence for this turd on trial. I made eye contact with the victim. The defendant attempted to murder her by shooting up her apartment one night while she was home alone.
When her eyes and mine met, I flashed a quick grin and she smiled. Then we sent him away forever.
Had he got off, he would have killed this young woman. I was determined to not let that happen and I was fully prepared to start a shit storm in that deliberation room had I met resistance. Fortunately, we were all on the same page.
That is why everyone should do their duty and serve on a jury if chosen. Sure, we all feel relieved when we are not chosen for a case. But if you are chosen, you should serve. Not only may you be responsible for rightfully putting a scumbag away, you also may be responsible for saving an innocent person from a wrongful conviction.
That's my take anyway.