I have never served on a jury.
Usually because I was a minister who owned and operated my own business that was dependent on me, I was able to get excused.
Why, you ask, would any citizen want to avoid his civic responsibility of serving on a jury and pursuing justice? Having closely watched courts, and trials, and innocent and guilty, I am convinced that in any court trial there are three categories of folks who will get screwed: the victim, the accused perpetrator, and the jurors. The folks who do the screwing, the judges, the attorneys, the prosecutors, and the whole criminal justice system, despite the intricate dance they do in the courtroom, are all colleagues, alumni of many of the same law schools, members of the same legal fraternities and clubs, all washing each others hands and crawling into bed (figuratively and at times literally) with one another.
I almost got jury duty and it happened like this . . .
Before we left VenturaI got summoned and there was no way out but to show up and hope that I just put in my time, read a book and got out. Didn’t happen. I got sent to the courtroom with about 50 other prospective jurors for a criminal trial. I actually forget what the trial was even about, but I sat there, like back in high school, hoping and praying I wouldn’t be called upon . . . but guess what?
So I got called for the dog and pony show . . . and the judge rattled off his spiel about knowing any reason why I shouldn’t serve . . . and much to his surprise, I said, “Your honor, you really don’t want me on your jury.”
And he said, “No, I really do!” He paused to let that sink in, and then asked, “Why would you think I wouldn’t want you on the jury?”
OK, he asked. So I launched into the story of Brandon Hein, and concluded with my spiel about the judicial process being a carefully choreographedkabuki dance between, “with all due respect to this court your honor” folks who all belonged to the same clubs and donated to each others reelection campaigns.
Looooooooooooooong pause . . . shocked looks by the reqular”players” . . . finally the judge said, “I’ll tell you what. I’ll make a deal withyou. You serve on my jury and if at any time you feel that you have a problem withwhat’s going on, you ask to speak with me in my chambers, and if we can’t resolve it, then I’ll excuse you.” What could I say but OK?
The defense attorney of course is so excited he’s about ready to explode. He already has me elected jury foreman. Of course he has no objections. The young gal for the state doesn’t even bother to look up before saying, “The state passes, your honor.”
So I dodged a bullet.
So what does this have to do with anything . . . If you read this regularly you’ve read about Brandon Hein, and if you haven’t, you should because this is one of the greatest travesties of American “justice” ever and has generated world-wide outrage, yet Brandon remains in prison after almost thirteen years for a crime nobody says he committed.
Brandon’s case has slowly . . . thirteen years slowly . . . wound it’s way through the kabuki dance of appeals courts and is now almost ready to be presented to the US Circuit Court of Appeals 9th District. For all practical purposes this is the court of last resort.
Some interesting background:
Hopefully this time it happened!
This is in no way meant as criticism of Brandon’s family who have endured this all for thirteen years and borne incredible hardship and expense, nor of the other defendant families. I am not shooting the messengers! My criticisms of the legal system don’t reflect in any way their views, nor the view of Brandon who has never even seenthe Internet as we know it! I cannot possibly imagine what any of these folks have endured, particularly Brandon. I remain in awe of him as a man and I am appalled by the incredible stupidity, injustice, and vengeance that keeps him in prison for a crime nobody says he committed.
And this picture of the two of us was taken a long time ago.








Home Depot is one of the things I’ve missed most since moving to Panama. I’m the only guy in Boquete with a “Home Depot: My Toy Store” bumper sticker on my pick up truck! So, while in Seattle one of the things I was most looking forward to was visiting Home Depot. I had to pick up a saw blade unavailable in Panama and hoped to find some dahlias and glad bulbs. So I visited the Seattle store on Delridge Way. WHAT A DISAPPOINTMENT!





