I'd always hated this place. I get called for jury duty like clockwork, every 1.5 to 2 years or so, and it's always at this place. It's never at the nice, historic courthouse in downtown Miami that handles all the civil trials and has a bunch of cool restaurants within walking distance. Nope, always the Gerstein criminal courthouse with its institutional 1960s-Communist architecture, where your best lunch options are 1) the Au Bon Pain on the first floor or 2) a rather crappy Subway near the University of Miami's medical campus that requires a walk of several unpleasant blocks adjacent to heavy traffic, under a blazing midday sun.
My typical experience here was always one of arriving at 8AM, taking a crowded elevator with people who smell bad up to the 7th floor jury pool, getting packed in there like sardines with loudly-coughing people who sound like they are hacking up a pancreas, and trying to make whatever reading material I've brought last the whole day, because I never saw the inside of a courtroom. I was never called in my four prior visits.
Upon hauling myself there yet again Monday, my attitude was similar. I didn't think I was going to be picked; I felt as if I had some kind of immunity. Yet, this time I didn't make it through two chapters of a book before my number was called. My heart sank as I regarded the people who made up this panel, as they looked like a bunch of assorted crazies, dimwits, morons, what have you. The jury selection process proved me correct. The prosecutor wasn't even a fifth of the way through her questioning when I started to get a sinking feeling that I was one of the few sane people there. I'm not going to say things I don't believe, lie in a court of law just to get out of serving. Sure enough, the attorneys were forced to use their strikes on other prospective jurors....and just like that, I was seated in the jury box with the six others who didn't mark themselves as insane during questioning.
It was here that I started to appreciate how well this building actually functions as a courthouse. While locked up in the jury pool, the prospective juror doesn't get to see anything, doesn't grasp the inner workings of the courthouse and what a vast well-run production it is. There is a lot going on in the corridors and lobbies here, with the hustle and bustle of bailiffs, corrections officers, attorneys, jurors, police officers, judges, clerks, crime scene investigators, court reporters, various interested parties, and of course, inmates. And, as jurors - we the people are truly the stars of this well-oiled show. As much as everyone whines about it, myself included, it is a real experience - I know I won't ever view it in the same way. As unpleasant and difficult as it is to hold someone's fate in hand, in the form of a guilty verdict....if my number is called again, I will gladly serve.
The judges and both the prosecuting and defense attorneys will likely tell you that all of this is not like TV...but I found it to be quite the contrary, I think it's an awful lot like TV, save for the teary-eyed confessions on the stand and that jackass know-it-all prosecutor who made me want to punch him every time I watched Law & Order: Criminal Intent. It can, at times, be riveting drama, with all the players on the "stage" straight out of central casting. I'm sure most people are vaguely aware that courthouses are public places. However, I don't think most know that they could actually come and follow trials all day long. To be sure, that would be an unconventional way to pass a free day, but face it, you were probably just going to watch Law & Order reruns anyway. Might as well come to the Gerstein Building and get the real thing! read more