This isn’t really about the user experience, and it may not be interesting to anybody who doesn’t need to serve jury duty in Fulton County, GA. There were a lot of things that would have been helpful for me to know, so I’m going to capture some of my thoughts here, in case they’re of use to anybody in the future. Bear in mind that my experiences were for Fulton Co., and I think it differs quite a bit from county to county.
Note: I have always wanted to serve jury duty, but now that I finally got called, I’m a contractor. So I did not want to serve at this time. Hopefully next time, I will be an employee and can serve.
Don’t worry about being exactly on time. I arrived 20 mins early. They will be happy to accept you late.
Bring a comfy chair, the kind you take to your kids’ lacrosse games or whatnot. The reason will become clear later in the post when I go over the chain of events.
Your jury summons states that there’s free parking and a shuttle from the Ted. Screw that. Park in the Underground Atlanta lot for under ten bucks.
You will know where to go. Just follow all the other people. It will be obvious.
Take a snack that contains both protein and carbs, along with a water bottle. You’re going to need sustenance if you don’t get dismissed.
Pray to get dismissed.
They show you a video that thanks you for your civic duty and explains nifty things like the difference between jail and prison. This is not helpful compared to knowing what will happen if your group goes on to voir dire (the part where they try to determine which 12 of the 60 in your group to select for the jury). That’s why I’m posting this.
So, here’s how the day went:
7:40 arrive and go through security, including metal detectors and potential frisking. Go to the jury assembly room and make yourself comfy-ish. It’s really not bad. You will look back on it wistfully later. Check in. Watch the video. Read. They have reading material in case you run out.
9:45 several other groups lucked out and were released. Evidently, being confronted with the specter of a Real Live Jury motivates previously intractable defendants to plea bargain (criminal) or settle (civil). My group gets a 20 minute break. You’re allowed to go down to the “cafeteria” or get items from the vending machines.
11:00 My group is called. I am told I am number 21, and I need to remember that. We are told to go upstairs to courtroom 8A and wait in the hallway.
In the hallway, a clerk attempts to get us to line up in order of our numbers. It’s not easy. People have forgotten their numbers, and the clerk must speak softly because there’s a trial ongoing in the courtroom next door. As she places you in line, the clerk hands you a laminated card with your number on it. Everyone wonders aloud: why didn’t they hand us these downstairs when they gave us our numbers, and then tell us to go line up in order? Gang members abound, apparently present to support whichever of their brethren is on trial next door. You are now thankful for the metal detectors downstairs.
Noon We are still waiting in the hallway, which has a cement floor with a thin coating of industrial carpeting. My feet hurt and I want to sit down. People begin to sit on the floor against the walls. Shortly thereafter, they get us to file in to the courtroom.
The defendant and his attorney and the prosecutors (2) attempt to make eye contact with each of us, presumably to identify anybody they know or people who look like they might be sympathetic. The judge comes in and tells us how grateful everybody is that we’re doing our civic duty (as if we had a choice). The judge, prosecutor, and defense attorney begin voir dire, asking the group as a whole questions. If you feel the question pertains to you, you raise your card. They will interrogate you more later. Questions are things like, “Have you ever hired a defense attorney?” and “Are you prejudiced against the defendant’s race in a way that would prevent you from reaching a verdict based on the facts?” Plenty of cards went up for questions like the latter, either from people who were bold enough to identify themselves as racist (in front of a black judge) or from people who had a race-based escape strategy.
Note: This will NOT help you get out early. Every single member of our jury group would be there until the bitter end, regardless of how they answered the voir dire questions. That’s probably the big takeaway from this posting. If you make it to voir dire, make yourself at home. NOBODY will tell you this at the courthouse, allowing hope to survive. Just go ahead and abandon all hope when you get your number.
1:00 Jurors 1-12 stay behind for voir dire part 2. Numbers 13-24 (my row) get an hour lunch break. Everybody else is told to report at 4. Non-yummy lunch in the “cafeteria” ensues.
2:00 Back to the hallway for some more waiting, then we’re called in to sit in the 12 actual juror chairs. We stand up in turn and answer a series of questions printed on the back of our juror cards: Name, Neighborhood, Occupation, Spouse’s occupation, children, ever been a victim of a crime?, how ’bout your family and friends?, ever been involved in a trial?
After you answer that, the judge, Defense Attorney, and prosecutors get to ask you personal questions. In front of the other 11 jurors. People volunteered info like having been arrested for posession, having confusion problems and health problems (“irritable bowels” one lady said), etc. They also had to share their stories of crimes committed against their persons. These were primarily further explorations of the questions people had answered positively during part 1 of voir dire.
It quickly becomes obvious that people’s escape strategies are, for the most part, going to fail. The judge was very calm and impressive. If you insisted that you were a racist (or whatever) he basically took you down the path of, “You’re going to be presented with facts and a simplified version of the law that pertains to the case. Are you able to take the facts and decide which side of the specific law they fall on?” It’s pretty hard to beat that.
Our row finishes, and we file out into the infernal hallway. I spent the next 3 hours sitting on my coat, my tailbone killing me.
5:20 We all file back into the courtoom. It takes about 25 minutes for the lawyers to sign off on all the papers confirming which 12 of us are lucky winners. The judge returns, thanks us again, and reads off the 12 names. It’s like being in the Miss America pageant when they announce the top 10, only backward: I count off the number of remaining spots on my fingers, praying not to hear my name. Hurrah! 13 names are called (13’s the alternate) and mine’s not one of them. It’s about 6:00 and I am free to go.
Why did I get not get selected? I think it’s a combination of having a teenage son coming up in April for a trial for some school misconduct and “hardship”. The judge made a big deal about inconvenience not being the same as hardship. I explained that I was a contractor and would not be paid for the duration of the trial, but more importantly, we have a release date 5 days hence, and it would create a hardship for the entire company to be without my services at this time. They could easily get somebody to replace me, and I’d lose my job. I’m not sure which of these reasons was more compelling, or whether it was a combination or something else altogether.
That’s it, for what it’s worth. I hope it helps somebody out. I’m serious about taking the camp chair.
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