I'ze free! I'ze freee!! (not to be confused with this Free. :)
Supa got her freedom papers today!!! Aww, thank yuh massa! Oh, wait, hold up. Lemme take care of this lil' piece of parting bizness:
Dear Mr. Prosecuting Attorney,
Hey, you. Sorry for leaving the courtroom in such haste today - but I'm sure you understand. There's something about being forced to sit still for mind numbing hours at a time, sans cell phone and computer privileges in too-close proximity with complete strangers that drives this chick absolutely insane....but I digress. I must say, it's been rather fun ogling over you these last few days..But our short time together has come to an end....thank you for smiling at me on my way out. A wink or a sexy tongue thrust would've been more exciting, but hey - you were in court trying to pick out a jury, I understand. And upon closer inspection, I kinda noticed that you're not as cute as Clive, but that's not your fault. And your head really is huge. But enough of all that. It's been real, yo.
So, now I can blab about the case... (sticking my tongue out at P) Well. Long story short, the brotha was being tried for murder, attempted robbery, and attempting kidnapping for ransom; some kind of drug deal gone bad. The case also involved California's felony murder clause: which basically means, if during the commission of any felony, if someone ends up dead even if it wasn't your intent - your stupid ass will be held responsible for the murder - even if you didn't physically pull the trigger. Um. So. Yeah.
The second after the charges were read, I raised my hand. Just couldn't do it. Even though I noted my apprehension early on, I still had to sit through the voir dire process, let them ask me questions, and then offer my reason about not being able to sit on the case. When I FINALLY got the chance to meet with the judge, the defense attorney, and Mr. Prosecutor in chambers (that was kinda fun!), I just kept it real and told them that I'm in an emotionally volatile/vulnerable frame of mind because of this, and there was no fucking way I could give this dude a fair shake due to my own personal issues. So, they let me go. And I gotta tell you, the last few days have been entirely draining for me, a preview of things to come. Not looking forward to being in court come September for my sis' murder trial. Nope. Nope nope nope nope. (deep breath)
So who knows if this dude did it or not, but yeah DPM, they'll give the brotha a fair trial before they hang him.
Some of the more humorous statements Supa heard, in the effort to get out of serving on the case:
"I think lawyers are scum."
"I hate the po-lease"
"I've got a doctor's appointment next week"
"I don't believe in the felony murder rule. If he killed a drug dealer, then he's all right with me"
So hey! Supa's looking forward to catching up on your blog musings, fo sho! TIA - just looked at your email, you are a GEM!! (thank you, sis) And Mwabi, I'ma research what you asked me in your email. Thanks blogger fam, for walking alongside me during my jury duty drama. And my mace is BACK on my keychain where it friggin belongs!!
Up shortly: Supa on Flics: The Interpreter movie review. (and real quick: I really liked Constant Gardner, I really LOVE Interpreter...stay tuned)
Peace. Out! Happy..whatever day it is today...