Stitching slow peaceful stitches, using Jude's invisible baste beside each seam. The most meditative stitch, one that I will never be able to say "thank you" to her enough for. I use it for resting, relaxing, calming... Today I have a jumbled hurting head.
Yesterday this came in the mail.
The last time jury duty summoned was about twenty-five years ago. A horrible case. Before the selection they handed us a questionnaire regarding it. "Have you ever known someone who was sexually assaulted? Been the victim of a sexual assault? Do you know any police officers?" On and on... I said yes to most of the questions. By the end of the page I knew which case this was. The kidnap and raping of a teenage girl, who's mother was a police officer. They lived two blocks away from us.
Well, that's that, I thought. As a victim myself, friend of victims, member of a radical leftist bookstore (no one at the store ever got onto a jury), in the same neighborhood, and during the selection I told the defense attorney, "I tend to always believe the victim, excuse me, alleged victim." There was no way I would be on this trial.
I was the foreperson of the jury. An emotional and exhausting three weeks followed, with three days of stressful deliberations.
He should be getting out of jail just about now. There was no doubt in my mind that he had committed the crimes. There was also no denying that this young man had grown up without support or guidance from his family or community. He was guilty, but so were many others, including society, for allowing his life to fall through the cracks.
Faced with the possibility of doing this again, I feel sad and tired.
This morning I had it deferred until summer time. I don't want to miss days with the children at school.