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I Served Jury Duty With Eric Trump – Marissa Baglione

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The morning of Thursday, November 7, 2019, was a crisp, sunny day in NYC. What made it interesting was that I was finally summoned to jury duty. Naturally, I lost my summons (for literally anyone who knows me, this isn’t a huge surprise) so I spent an hour running between 3 buildings to get my summons forms reissued and then to the holding room somewhat on time.

I settled in and was looking around the room when I felt like I somehow recognized this man in a blue suit. My thought was literally “that kind of looks like a Trump.” About an hour later when everyone stood to hand in their ballot and summonses I noticed that 2 seats over from me a guy in a clear earpiece with a noticeable lapel pin wasn’t getting up. A similarly decked out guy a few rows behind him was doing the same. Secret Service? I still wasn’t sure if that was Eric or not, but the camera adds 10 pounds — can confirm.

Once that was done we all got put on a break until we received “work”. I went into a room with desks so I could set up my laptop and began feverishly trying to identify these matching lapel pins. I couldn’t find anything and they looked nothing like the ‘Trump Inner Circle’ pin results or secret service pins I was finding online.

Around noon we finally got the order to regroup so they could start drawing names for a case. A few names get called and then we all hear “Eric Trump”. Hushed whispers filled the room and I whipped out my phone to text my group chat (and anyone else who might care).

Then, my name gets called 1 or 2 after him. Having (obviously) never been this close to a Trump I was interested to see how he acted. He was chatting with another guy who got called, reserved but relaxed. Then we got shuffled downstairs into the courtroom.

You should have seen the defendant lawyer’s face, he was PUMPED. Nothing like a Trump family member sighting to really brighten up a Republican’s day.

We were all seated in the benches, the judge weeding out the first round of people who may not be suitable to serve as the jury for the case and then names began getting called for the actual jury panel seats in the box.

I hear my name, seat 10 (great, here we go). Then I hear Eric Trump, seat 11. Interesting. He comes over, says “hi how are you” and takes a seat. The last handful of names get called and suddenly we’re a panel of 18. I zone out of what’s going on and hone in as much as I can on body language to try and read him. His nail beds are a disaster — picked and scabbed. He must be stressed, understandably. He sat in a typical slight man spread, stiff posture. A lot of glances over to the SS guy over in the benches, picking of his nail beds on one hand, and occasionally had his hands grasped to the sides of his thighs. Can likely confirm he has anxiety, trust me I’m a doctor.

Then came the questions. Basics like what do you do, who do you live with, education. Then, have you or anyone close to you been employed in law or government (“quite a few”, he says), has anyone been accused of, committed, or been witness to a crime. All No’s. Interesting… He finishes by saying he could be a fair juror on this case and asks to speak privately with the judge when we’re done (anyone is allowed to do this). As we get up to leave he turns to me and says “well this should be interesting.” You’re telling me.

While we wait to get called back in we have to line up in the same order as our seats in the box. My new friend is now behind me again. “Interesting process isn’t it?” This girl in front of me nods in agreement and I’m like “I know…it’s my first time” and kind of laugh.

We go back into the courtroom and the people picked for the jury panel (is that even what it’s called, I still don’t know) sit down. 3 of the 18 people are to be called for the case. First name? Mine, of course. The 2 others get picked and Trump is free to go. I think due to the fact that half the people testifying are police officers and he previously stated he’s had very positive experiences and thinks very highly of them made him too controversial. He turns and wishes me good luck — we’re officially friends and I think I’ll be invited to his new baby’s baptism.

The rest is standard, I’m told what I need to do (I’m an alternate) and finally get to break for lunch at 2 pm.

Final thoughts:

1. Jury duty is boring, then kind of interesting, then kind of boring again. A real rollercoaster of a day.

2. Living in NYC means you might get to brush arms with a famous person at jury duty, even if they are a Trump

3. Eric was actually really nice, but I still hate his dad



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