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The Zimmerman trial is called into question as the sheriff's office confirmed that jurors had unsupervised access to family and friends during trial. --- how does this complicate or simplify what we've all said here about "knowing" Juror B37? What imaginings do we think were going on? What was allowed -- permissible -- and why?
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Teachers
I work with Juror B37. She would always laugh at the names of students of Middle Eastern descent and wonder aloud why parents would ever punish their children with such stupid names.
Neighbor
I know Juror B37 because she is the neighbor that came to my house after my family left from celebrating a weekend of Independence Day at my house .....that my family and friends can come back anytime because they were surprisingly respectful. Until Juror B37 spoke I never understood why she felt comfortable and a right to tell me that.
I Know Juror B37. She's The Headhunter Who Told Me That I Looked Great From the Neck Down
A nationally recognized head hunter contacted me multiple times after reviewing my resume. After a few calls, I agreed to meet with her to discuss my career options. When I arrived, we exchanged pleasantries, reviewed my work history and discussed the trajectory of my career in the technology industry. And then she said it. "You look great from the neck down." I WAS STUNNED. She continued with statements like "you are great on paper," You are super polished," and the infamous "You're so articulate." She went on to explain that because of my hair (which I wear in LOCS) she would not be able to send me on interviews at any of the firms on Wall Street. "No one will hire you, you should wear a wig, a cute short style like Halle Berry."
I declined her suggestion to wear a wig and she persisted and persisted. I informed her that regardless of my hairstyle I could easily secure any position she had on her list. She begged me and I declined. In the end, she sent me on the interviews and I secured ALL of the high-profile, high-paying jobs offered to me WITHOUT wearing a wig. I declined each offer. I refused to allow her and her company to profit - get a commission, notoriety, referrals, etc. - from dehumanizing me and the countless others who sought her professional expertise.
Although I am proud of my stance, she continues to have a lucrative career. -- http://sojourner4truth.tumblr.com/
She is the classmate who upon hearing the list of colleges/universities I was applying to said "you'll get in them all because your black". Completely negating the years and hours WE spent in music practice, journalism class and the library shouldering our 3-5hr homework loads at our elitist private school.
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She's The One Who Tried To Hold Me Back
Juror B37 was my college counselor in Carbondale, IL who told me that I needed to go back home after I had my son. It was no way I could finish college with a baby. Whenever I registered for classes, she would ask me over & over again "You still here?" with such disdain in her voice. She was the one who never even said "Congratulations" when I registered for my last semester of classes. She was the one who when she saw my family (including my husband) at graduation had that look of utter shock & awe to see that I was a part of a 'nuclear' family and success was in my genes. Yep, I know Juror B37.
Juror B37 was my 6th grade teacher
Who separated the white kids from the black and brown kids during our spelling and reading lessons. Who sent the barely-trained teacher's aide to work with the 25 kids of color in one part of the classroom, while she attended to the 5 of us "exceptional" white kids, instead of teaching and encouraging us to worth *with* our classmates and help each other. She's the one who also told all the girls- black, brown and white- that it was our fault the adult workmen fixing the gymnasium and auditorium were staring at us for wearing such short skirts and tight t shirts. At the age of 11. She was the one who wouldn't let me hold "Jose's" hand during recess, even though I really, really liked him and he was so nice to me when other kids weren't. Because "good girls" didn't go around with Puerto Ricans. Yeah...I know her.
I know Juror B37
Juror B37 is the friend who told me she was, "colorblind", yet helped every white person qualify and degrade my hair, my skin, and my culture.
