Guilty.

The jury returned with their verdict yesterday. I don't think it was a surprise ending.

I spoke with some of the jurors afterwards, who, as usual, were gun-shy to share. I'm not sure why jurors sometimes don't want to talk about their deliberations or the evidence. Are they afraid of being judged? Or is it just part of that general feel people have recently that they don't want the media to intrude on their lives? Anyway, they did say a little, and all agreed that this was not one of their most favorite experiences ever.

Juror #7, a British guy who sat closest to where I sat during the trial, and who visibly had much difficulty with things like the coroner's photo and the 911 tape, pulled me aside. I learned from the prosecutor he had an infant, so that may have contributed to his obvious emotion. He wanted to know if they did the right thing. He asked what I would've done.

I told him I would've walked in undecided, but probably would've needed more convincing he was not guilty than guilty. I assured him, though, that they did the right thing.