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I was summoned to jury duty about 10 years ago. I showed up at the Clark county courthouse 8:00 in the morning. I got as far as "voir dire" in front of former Judge Stephanie Miley. She ask me some questions. I don't think she liked my answers and I was stricken as a possible juror.A couple of decades ago (yeah, I'll go with "a couple") in law school, a constitutional law professor commented to us to the effect of, "not only have I never heard of a guilty person helping himself by talking to the police, I've never heard of an innocent one helping himself, either."
I suspect that if for some reason police picked me up and wanted to interrogate me, I'd play along for a while simply for the amusement factor--but remaining alert as to when to say "Lawyer. Lawyer! LAWYER!". (but then again, I'd like to sit on a jury just to see the world from another side. But there's always one side or the other that will kick a lawyer off, to the point that years ago, when I called the jury commissioner after a summons to get an extension for being a critical employee, she simply struck me from the list! [but then, my brother is also an attorney, and did end up on a jury--but it was a pissing contest between law firms, which both spent more than the amount in dispute!])
Just for kicks. I ended up going down the next day paying for my own parking just to hear the case.
The look on the judges face was funny when she saw me sitting the gallery.
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