Chapter 12 - Well…that’s one way to kill the mood
“I am usually very agreeable, but I can’t do that here. This case against Officer Nelson just isn’t beyond a reasonable doubt.” Juror #2 The entire weekend following that first day of deliberations—especially after dodging the angry mob we’d inadvertently encountered that Friday evening—was filled with anxiety. I could barely sleep, toiling over our deliberations, so certain of my not-guilty vote on count one, yet only two others shared that view with me at this point. Additionally, the scene in the rotunda that evening left me panicked about what fallout might come from our decision in this case. It suddenly became viscerally clear that whatever verdict we rendered would be met with anger from one side or the other. By the time Sunday came around, I was resolved to write a letter to my fellow jurors, making the strongest case possible for why nine of them should shift their opinions and agree with my certainty that Nelson was not guilty of murder in the second deg...