I walked out of my first jury duty knowing I’d added my own bias to the fierce legal biases; once I’d touched the thick metal pins that held the defendant’s knee together after his motorcycle collided with a truck, my impartiality vanished. Suffering warranted remuneration, and this man had suffered.
Was justice served?
To make my case at the cost of accuracy, openness, fairness, peace. Well, wasn’t that silly? And of course damaging, because lawyering-up meant I had separated myself from anything and everything but loyalty to my own story. Lawyering-up is a big hard elbow pointed at the world.
Neuropyschologist Rick Hanson has a fine take on this lawyer-prototype who lives within us. Hanson says, “Watch how a case starts forming in your mind, trying to get its hooks into you. Then see if you can interrupt the process. Literally set down the case, like plopping down a heavy suitcase when you finally get home after a long trip. What a relief!”
Case dismissed. All those cases...
Set 'em down, take in a big long draught of freedom. You are right back home.