Overpopulation
...ally thought the kid wasn’t guilty. I was shocked. We all started yelling at the guy. We had the right to; I mean we wanted to leave. He kept his cool. This guy said that he wanted to talk. Whatever, we talked. This man proved everyone wrong. I was trying to keep everyone’s vote guilty; but this guy persisted. We talked about the unusual knife, he pulled out one just like it. The old guy who said he heard everything, he didn’t know what he was talking about. The lady that said she saw the murder was as blind as a bat. The angle that the kid stabbed his father was all messed up. So out of my frustration, I yelled that I don’t have time for this, and I’m changing my vote to not guilty. The other jurors started yelling at me, preaching to me, they called me a coward. That foreigner really got into my face about it. He said it was an ugly and terrible thing to do. Whatever, I don’t care what that immigrant says. After that, the other ones fell too. The short mean one that was fighting as hard as he could for execution cracked. He looked like he was about to cry. That’s how the kid was acquitted. Story told from Juror Number Nine’s Point Of View –by Ralph Somma I know I’m an old man. The best years of my life are far behind me. I was very annoyed when I got that letter saying that I needed to report for jury duty. I was exhausted. But as a good American, I had to do my part in the judicial system. The trial took about six days, but it seemed like ages. Soon as the jurors met they wanted a vote. I mean I was in the bathroom! They can’t wait? Take things a little slower. When we did vote, like the others I voted not guilty. It was my first instinct that the kids guilty. Of course, I wanted to get out, too. But one nice, courageous, young man voted not guilty. I respe...