I was on jury duty about five years ago for an attempted murder case. In a very bad section of town (public housing) two black teens from different gangs got into a fight while the "adults" stood around rooting for their favorite. The smaller teen started getting pummeled and a guy nicknamed St. Louis (since that was where he was from) who knew the smaller teen, but was not involved in any gang, broke it up. The smaller teen went to the 20 year olds in the gang (it sounded almost like a cub scout/boy scout relationship but towards the evil end of the spectrum). The older members decided that St. Louis had interfered in gang business. The leader of the gang (nicknamed Capone), in broad daylight and with plenty witnesses standing around, met up with St. Louis and started shooting him. No witnesses came forward to point the finger at Capone (all to scared or didn't want to be snitches). Instead Capone's defense was to put on a parade of witnesses who contridiced each other (Capone was there but wasn't the shooter to Capone wasn't even in the area) and were torn apart and shown to be liars by the prosecuter. The one thing Capone didn't count on is St.Louis surviving. He was the very first witness and the defense could do nothing to change the impact he had had.
Many adults from the area were put on the stand, by both the defense and the prosecution. It was mind-boggling how irresponsible these people were and what kind of lives they lived. I teach at a university and a junior college part-time so the only people of a race besides white that I had known were people who were college students or people I went to college with. They are nothing like the people I observed during this trial. It was really an eye-opening experience.
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