Yesterday, I talked with a reporter who said she would be on the air in a few minutes and she had nothing; nothing important to report about Blagojevich II. Susan Berger had two tweets today. Today, Mark Brown, Chicago Sun-Times columnist, had an expert come up with four fanciful scenarios concerning what was happening with the verdict and the reason for the delay. Brown readily admits he has no clue as to what is going on in the jury room.
Neither do I, but I don’t believe there is a delay. It just takes time. I also don’t think that the longer a jury deliberates, it bodes ill for the prosecution. Governor Ryan’s trials deliberation was three weeks and they found him guilty.
I also don’t put much stock in the fact that because 11 of the jurors are women, it will make a difference in the decision. However they arrive at their decision, I trust that it was due to honest deliberation of only the evidence. I believe that happens 91.7 percent of the time. There are anomalies in all endeavors.
Tomorrow I’ve been invited to speak on WGN live in the morning about what might be happening in the jury room. I can make stuff up as I go along or I can be honest and say I haven’t the foggiest idea what is happening in that room behind courtroom 2503.
I could tell viewers about what went on in Blagojevich I. I suspect the best story would be if I made up a blood and guts scenario with unbelievable tension dripping off the walls and windows of that small room; men against women, minorities against majorities, and me threatening dire consequences to the other 11 with a stale bagel slathered in cream cheese left over from breakfast and an overripe banana, if they did not listen to only me. Swearing, screaming and shouting; ripping the peace and quiet in the hallways of the Dirksen Federal Building.
What actually did happen was mostly tedious, hard work. There was listening to phone tap conversations, following along in binders containing the transcripts of these calls, discussions about the calls, what was said, what it meant, talk and more talk, all covered with a sense of polite, and at times humorous, respect for each other. There wasn’t the drama of the movie 12 Angry Men; neither were there many Kumbaya moments: Here me crying, Lord, Kumbaya.