Just imagine that you’re
sitting in a jury box and the verdict is about to be delivered by the foreman.
You have heard all the evidence and testimonies and now it’s time to give
the verdict. As you wait for the judge to enter, your mind wanders back
over the trial. You and the rest of the jury had to come up with a
decision that made sense beyond a reasonable doubt. You think to
yourself, “Did he kill her?” You saw the pictures of the body and the
blood. His DNA was on the weapon. Neighbors testified of screaming
coming from the apartment. Her blood was on his hands. The evidence
and testimonies weighed in the favor of guilt but you still have some doubts.
“How did it happen exactly?” you wonder. “Did he shove her
first, then hit her with the weapon, or did he hit her with the weapon first,
then shove her? Why did he do it? Was it a jealous rage. Was
it from paranoia?”
These are questions
you’re not able to answer. But you know that you have no doubts large
enough to convince you that he didn’t do it. And you don’t have the
option of not giving a verdict. It’s not like the event never happened.
You can’t just ignore it so that it will somehow go away. You would
not be a just and good person if you walked away. So, you’re glad you
made a decision. You’re conscience is clear. You’re brought back to
the reality of the moment as the Judge enters and everyone stands.









