/tags/courtcase/Recent content in Courtcase on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-usMon, 15 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2017/05/15/selmas-recollection/Mon, 15 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2017/05/15/selmas-recollection/<p>Part 1: The Trial</p> <p>I held my breath as the eleven men and one woman entered the courtroom through the door which led down a hall to the jury room. My fingers on both hands were crossed, and, if my toes were looser in my conservative three-inch pumps, my toes would be crossed as well.</p> <p>The jury foreman; an older white male with dark hair; greying on the sides above his ears, making him look quite distinguished; handed a slip of paper to the bailiff, which the bailiff promptly handed to the judge. The process seeming to take forever; though my lungs still held the air they had taken in when the door on the side of the courtroom first opened and the jurists returned. The judge unfolded the piece of paper, glanced at it, then set it on his bench.</p>