Confessions of a Jury Duty Snob - Part One - The Yellow Letter

It's interesting, as I sit in the jury room and observe. I'm guessing I will be observing all day.  I am a people watcher and ooooh boy there are some people worth watching today.

Should I start with the separation of church and state or should I focus on my local community? decisions, decisions..

I will start with the separation of church and state, as I call it or "Grand Jury/Regular Jury" or "Yellow letter/White card".  As you arrive to the designated location, you hear someone say, "Do you have the yellow letter or the white card?" Yellow letters to the left, that's for the GRANDE jury ...and yes the "e" was added for emphasis).  If you have a white card sit on the right side ONLY. On this particular day, I held a white card. Surely there had been a mistake because of course if it was Grande, I should be there. At that moment, I felt Malcolm tickle the base of my neck. I willed Mr. X to hold off for a minute. I needed more information before I resorted to "any means".

It became clear to me that we had established territories. There was elite seating in the heights and  peasant seating in the hood.  Apparently, I was mistakenly selected to sit in the hood section. Ok, so I took my seat. It's not like I hadn't been here before.

To take it a step further, there were two separate orientations. The hood orientation was courtesy of a video of Timothy Evans ( which had to have been made at least 20 years ago) that was streamed on 3 or 4 televisions for probably about 100 plus. If you were not in the view of the television, oh well, you will figure it out.

The Elite jurors in the heights were provided an in-person orientation by one of the states attorneys. From the distance, I could hear him providing his credentials and "welcoming" them. I had to hold my breath and pray that the peasants would settle down because I needed to hear  THIS!!!!! I heard Mr. States Attorney say, "If you received the yellow "invitation" letter you are here for the grand jury." HMPH! Invitation? ..as if it was an exclusive party for the chosen few.  I was feeling somekindaway and then I heard him say, "If you are selected, you will serve for a period of FIVE weeks. You will need to be available through January 11th."  I rared back in my hood seat and rubbed my belly.  Will you look how God works?  HE knew I was on vacation for three of those weeks. This was just a test.  I passed.