I got to do this once. I look like the type a prosecutor would probably want on a jury and I wasn’t individually asked any questions before being chosen. The case was a non-violent drug offense and it was a wild experience for reasons I won’t get into. Once we got in the jury room it pretty much went like:
“Not guilty.”
“Why not guilty? It’s a pretty clear cut case.”
“I don’t believe the cops.”
“Why don’t you believe the cops?”
“I didn’t find their testimony credible. It didn’t convince me beyond a reasonable doubt.”
“What about the body cam footage? Do you believe that?”
“I didn’t find it convincing.”
“The whole thing is on camera, do you think they faked it all?”
“I suppose that’s a possibility. I just haven’t seen enough evidence to convict.”
“What more evidence could you need?”
“More than this. I’m not convinced beyond a reasonable doubt.”
And around and around we went like that. I was the lone holdout. I have to say, the other jurors were pretty cool about it. Eventually we had to tell the judge we couldn’t reach a verdict on any of the charges and it was declared a mistrial. Totally worth it.
I mean, he’s right. We just let them do it. If he’d like us to take matters into our own hands I’m sure we can oblige.