Two little kids went to Kindergarten on Tuesday. Their classes are side by side. Their daddies come from two different worlds, also existing side by side.
The little girl's daddy, was one of 12.
The little boy's daddy was one of millions.
The 12 looked at the evidence.
18 felonies counts. Violence. Drugs. Guns.
Guilty.
The little girl's daddy came home and hugged her tighter.
The little boy's daddy will be in jail for the next 29 years.
No possiblity of parole.
Neither men will ever be the same.
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So sad, for the little boy and his daddy. This is a beautiful post--like a poem.
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so powerful and sad.
Wow. The starkness of this writing is perfect for what it conveys. Wow.
Justice is such a gray area.
Amazing writing Michelle, as always.
Sigh.
No one realizes the importance of our jury system until they must hear evidence and decide another's fate.
No one understands the sacrifices juries make until they have to give up their income, perhaps go into credit card debt to buy groceries and pay rent, so that another individual can get the closest thing we have found to justice.
The necessity to pass judgement on the actions of another human being, of having to decide who is lying and who is telling the truth, is a heavy burden.
I give gratitude to the man who gave of his time and energy and who made the best decision he could based on the evidence he was given.
I give gratitude to every individual who sits on a jury and takes the job seriously.
Thank you for sharing this.
The juror was Hot Toddy. He was called a few weeks back and didn't have to stay because the defendant took a plea bargain.
This time, he wasn't so fortunate.
You don't really think about the jury and the emotional impact it has on them but my poor sweetie was quite traumatized!
It wasn't until after the verdict was read that he found out the guy had a child in Riley's grade at the same school.
It is all so sad.
Please give HT an extra hug for me. This had to be soooo tough.
Beautiful writing.
Uggh. I had to read it twice to realize one of twelve meant HT. Not because of your writing, but I'm a bit dense. So terribly sad.
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