Litigators (IP or otherwise) often have difficulty looking at their cases and the legal process more generally from the perspective of the other participants — their adversaries, their clients and jurors. The new blog In this case does just that. It tells stories of people’s experiences with the legal system. So far, none of the content is IP-related, but it is interesting reading. And the perspectives of jurors could prove very valuable during your next trial. For example, this is a story from a mother of an infant who was picked for jury duty, but needed to break periodically to pump her breast-milk. Unfortunately, for her and the parties, she was uncomfortable discussing her needs with the judge and attorneys who were all men. So, although they thought they were accommodating her needs, she only got part of what she required to the detriment of at least one party and perhaps justice:
I ended up getting picked for the jury. I explained to the other jurors that I needed to pump every two hours or so. The jury room had two bathrooms, a men’s and a women’s. So everyone agreed that they would use the women’s bathroom and I could use the men’s bathroom to pump. We were given 20-minute breaks, which wasn’t enough. . . .
It was gross pumping in the men’s room. But the thing that was more of a problem for me was that in between the breaks all the jurors were sitting out there bonding, talking to each other, getting to know each other. So that when it came time to deliberate, they all kind of knew each other. Whereas me, as soon as I got in the jury room, I was going in and pumping, the bailiff was bringing me my bag. When I came out I didn’t even have a chance to get anything to drink. I never got a break.
I was really interested in making sure we came to the right decision. But I didn’t really know any of the other jurors, I hadn’t had a chance to develop a relationship with any of them. If I had had that extra time, I think I wouldn’t have felt like I was being so confrontational in saying, come on, let’s really look at all this stuff, figure out what happened. . . .