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Since When Is A Jury Trial Supposed To Validate Our Feelings?
By Jeff Smith
IF YOU REALLY want to know what's going on in America,
watch The Today Show or one of its equivalents on the major
TV networks. Rikki Lake, Springer, Regis and Mrs. Gifford and
the rest of that ilk will fill in the gaps in certain specific
venues of dysfunction, but your essential Humanities 101 course
in contemporary culture of the Great Unwashed is on every morning
while you're drinking coffee and working up a bowel movement.
As I take pen in hand to scribble this missive, what's going
on in America is a great whine about lack of fulfillment. Specifically,
the modern phenomenon of mass participation in the private, personal
events of other people's lives has given rise to a new entitlement:
The public--which is to say, the television audience, that vast
sing-along gang with a headful of opinions no more reasoned than
the tune to "Row, Row, Row Your Boat"--expects to be
left feeling satisfied, complete and unconfused at the end of
the story.
It's a goal uncomfortably akin to orgasm and ironically--given
the powerful primal urge behind that one--it's a need that didn't
exist, or went unnoticed, until recently. Then some mischievous
wag pressed an underemployed word into misusage and, hey presto!
everybody needs to achieve...closure.
Jesus.
The specific context on the Today Show in question was
another dreary post-mortem on the Oklahoma City bombing and subsequent
three-ring legal circus. When did jury trials become referenda
for shut-ins with one hand on the TV remote and the other alternating
between the Cheez Doodles and the 900 Opinion Line? I can't say
with specificity, but I know that when the judge in the au pair
trial opted to pronounce his sentence over the Internet rather
than the courtroom, he validated this whole pernicious group-grope
phenomenon. (There's another loathesome neologism: validated.
It used to be you got your parking ticket validated.)
Anyway, Katie Couric was chatting up some of the usual suspects,
plus a couple of jurors from the Terry Nichols trial, about the
jury's inability to decide to microwave Terry for building a bomb
that could only have been used either to kill 160-plus people
or maybe scatter a herd of dairy cattle from mid-Oklahoma to parts
of Texas, Missouri, New Mexico, Colorado and Nebraska, and the
burden of the debate was how fair or unfair it was to the survivors
of the blast, the families and friends of the victims and survivors,
the general populace of Oklahoma City and the State of Oklahoma,
the folks out there in TV Land, and the jurors themselves.
As the colloquy drew closer to the nub of the issue, it became
clear that where the parties truly divided was whether, absent
a pound of flesh and coupla quarts of blood, Terry Nichols' wafer
and wine, this vast, vicarious mob could go home and get a decent
night's sleep...
"...If we had not dead-locked, I believe we could have achieved
closure," said one of the jurors, in a triple split-screen
shot, while to her left the other juror nodded assent and to her
right the mother of a bombing victim, by now a veteran television
celebrity, pulled a face that regular viewers reflexively take
to mean "I have not achieved closure."
Tough shit.
Justice, law, the jury system and all of that are not about closure
and would not be about closure, even if closure were something
real and important, rather than the psychobabble buzzword of the
moment. A fair trial is about presenting evidence and letting
a jury decide if the accused did it or not. And deciding then,
within the applicable statutes, what punishment should follow
a guilty verdict. It's between the state and the defendant. Being
as how the state is the people in this here democracy, even people
with nothing better to do than watch TV, the people get all the
say-so they deserve. The idea that anybody's touchy-feely wants
or needs, real or imagined, has any business here is twisted and
sick to the point of hilarity.
Yet such is the state of the nation that the most revered national
media, and even jurists themselves (as witness the au pair judge),
have fallen--nay, dived (triple front flip with a twist, pike)--into
this morass. How not? Judges and Katie Courics are human too.
They watch TV. They see trials other than the ones they preside
and chat over. Are they immune to folly? Of course not.
Am I? Why no, but my folly lies elsewhere, for others to point
out to me: In this particular mine eye is bright.
Americans today are like Romans of old: They want bread and circuses
and they like to give the thumbs up or down on matters great and
small...and have it count. Hell, we won't go to the polls and
vote anymore, but we'll pay 90 cents a call to tell Geraldo that
we think Terry Nichols ought to be executed and another 90 to
vote for Bruce getting a sex-change operation and adopting Randy's
step-children by his third marriage.
And if the rest of the call-in audience doesn't vote along with
us, we sull-up and snivvel about closure.
Hey, if you want closure, buy yourself a suit with two pairs
of pants and heed the warning of the mom who bought the same for
her adolescent son. Asked by the tailor whether her preference,
by way of closure, was button-fly or zipper, she answered:
"Better make it buttons. He's got a jacket with a zipper,
and he's always getting his tie caught in it."
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