I was called for jury duty in 1988, in NY, when I was a 26 year old computer programmer, actually working for a university (one all you CC’ers would know…). Turned out to be for a fairly high-profile (locally) murder trial. I was selected and happily served on the 5- or 6-week trial, with paid leave (your tuition dollars at work). I enjoyed the trial, but got very frustrated when things would start to get interesting between the lawyers (objections and what not) and they would send the jury out. There were some weird characters involved, including an admitted drug dealer who pled the fifth to every question and had a really sleazy looking lawyer with him. It seemed that he was actually the intended victim but had known he was in trouble and had left his home in the hands of a clueless “friend” who ended up dead, with the defendant, another “friend,” charged with the crime that was probably perpetrated by the dealer’s dealers.
When we began deliberating, we took a vote. It was 10-2 to acquit. We continued to discuss; there clearly (to me and 9 others) wasn’t enough evidence to establish guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. The two who wanted to convict had really weird reasons - one believed all defendants were guilty, the other thought he “had the hands of a murderer” (I kid you not). We did all sorts of funny things in the jury room, trying to act out parts of the scenario the DA had tried to paint for us, examining the gun, etc.
Deliberations continued through lunch… then through dinner. Around 10 they started to inquire about whether they would have to sequester us overnight. Mr. “everyone is guilty” decided that he wasn’t staying overnight, and caved, and Ms. “guilty hands” followed immediately. We acquitted after about 12 hours of deliberation.
Years later I learned some additional facts that almost certainly proved that our defendant had not, in fact been guilty. So I felt that not only had we followed the law, but justice was done.
As a result of that trial, and my later conversations with the defense attorney, I went to law school. Eventually found out what went on when the jury is sent out. Never touched criminal law, though.
I was called again a few years later, but was excused by the judge for cause. Actually there were two causes, and I never knew which one got me excused, since I told the judge both - I’d had a conversation with the defendant just after the alleged crime occurred (long story there, she was actually admitted to my law school and assigned me as her mentor, but deferred her admission after the incident in which she shot her husband, another lawyer, during a domestic violence incident, that was ultimately found to have been in self-defense), and was also clerking for the appellate court that would have heard any appeals of the case.
I haven’t been called since moving to Hawaii, but I have gotten a questionnaire. Typically once you complete the questionnaire, you get a summons within a year or so. All of my family members who have been summoned have called in and been excused; the vast majority of cases are disposed of by plea bargain.