Considering my county is fairly sizeable (approximately 250 miles with a population of over 500,000 people), it’s surprising how inter-connected the small group of people involved in this trial are.
One of the first connections that we discovered was that one person in the jury pool had actually gone to the prom with one of the lawyers involved, which obviously had her dismissed. Then there was the court clerk (mother), who exclaimed to one of the 14 jurors that was picked, “Weren’t you my mailman when I was a kid?” Turns out he was, almost 50 years ago, and after a little thought, he even remembered her.
I am also involved in the coincidences. The juror who sits next to me lives only three blocks away from me, and another juror’s dog has the same name as my sister’s dog. Not that the latter is that much of a stretch, but how about the fact that the husband of one of the jurors delivered the daughter of another?
It’s like Six Degrees of Separation, but with far less than six. How unusual is that?
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It's a small world when you can't even convict a neighbor.
Just think, 200 years ago in a town of 100 every one knew everyone; except of course the one stranger who was on trial and guilty.
Oxbow Incident
Something tells me, I'd always be that stranger.
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