The Winter of My Discontent
Total number of times people have assumed I'm gay since starting to write here: 8 and counting...
About Me
- Name: The Academian
- Location: Everett, Washington, United States
I am a dedicated futurist and a strong supporter of the transhumanist movement. For those who know what it means, I am usually described as a "Lawful Evil" with strong tendencies toward "Lawful Neutral." Any apparent tendencies toward the 'good' side of the spectrum can be explained by the phrase: "A rising tide lifts all boats."
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
And the day has come to say goodbye. I’ve enjoyed Topeka, but it is time for me to pack up my computer and suitcase and hit the open highways and skyways. A wedding, a mountain, and a glimpse of my future wait for me in the Pacific Northwest. I just hope that I can find forgiveness there as well. Au revoir. I miss you all, regardless of whether the feeling is returned.
Music
Do you ever listen to music and think that the lyrics are particularly meaningful to parts of your life? I like to think that my life has a soundtrack sometimes. Well, I’ve been listening to Highwater Rising’s “Coming Undone” on loop for almost a half hour and it sums up perfectly how I'm feeling right now.
“Coming Undone”
(Highwater Rising)
Sunday woke up at the top of the stairs,
Wondering how long he’d been sitting there for.
Scared of sleepwalking down to his death,
So he locks himself inside these walls.
He says, “What if I fall?
It’s a long way down.”
It’s much easier living life with a gun to your head.
And I can’t help coming undone.
Somebody calls him so he answers the phone,
But it’s the voice of the first girl he loved.
She said, “Sunday, I miss you. I want to see you.
And we’ll be together soon.”
He says, “What if the plane that I take
Crashes and burns?”
It’s so lonely living life with a gun to your head
And I can’t help coming undone.
But he says, “I’ll never fly.
Those things got broken wings.
And you know I’d love to see you
But I don’t think I’ll be happy.
So I’ll stay
this way…”
He says, “What if the plane that I take
Crashes and burns?”
It’s much easier living life with a gun to your head
And I can’t help coming undone.
It’s so lonely living life with a gun to your head
And I can’t help coming undone.
And I sigh.
I’m coming undone.
It’s lonely.
“Coming Undone”
(Highwater Rising)
Sunday woke up at the top of the stairs,
Wondering how long he’d been sitting there for.
Scared of sleepwalking down to his death,
So he locks himself inside these walls.
He says, “What if I fall?
It’s a long way down.”
It’s much easier living life with a gun to your head.
And I can’t help coming undone.
Somebody calls him so he answers the phone,
But it’s the voice of the first girl he loved.
She said, “Sunday, I miss you. I want to see you.
And we’ll be together soon.”
He says, “What if the plane that I take
Crashes and burns?”
It’s so lonely living life with a gun to your head
And I can’t help coming undone.
But he says, “I’ll never fly.
Those things got broken wings.
And you know I’d love to see you
But I don’t think I’ll be happy.
So I’ll stay
this way…”
He says, “What if the plane that I take
Crashes and burns?”
It’s much easier living life with a gun to your head
And I can’t help coming undone.
It’s so lonely living life with a gun to your head
And I can’t help coming undone.
And I sigh.
I’m coming undone.
It’s lonely.
Hello. My name is...
There are times when I wish I could just be anonymous - times, like right now, where I just wish that I could go to sleep and live in my dreams without having to face the pains of the world around me. In four days, it will have been an entire month of silence. I’ve tried to be a good person, and in the times when I’ve failed at that, I’ve tried to apologize and sincerely mean it when I said it. I’ve tried to be compassionate when I was able, and utter – at least once – a meaningful statement about how much each of my friends mean to me.
I know that I apparently did something wrong recently. I’m vaguely aware of what that something was, but still don’t quite grasp where I went wrong. I just wish that I could get someone to say something to me, because the stony silence is slowly destroying a part of my life that I only recently recaptured and onto which I desperately want to hold. Maybe people think it is too late for that. Maybe they are right. I’ve already been deleted from the list of friends on two blog link lists of people I counted as kindred spirits. I’m not sure if that indicates that I’ve been deleted as a friend, but at least in my current state of mind, it sure feels like it.
(Sigh)
Somehow, without meaning to, and honestly without quite understanding what went wrong, I’ve lost something that was special to me. I said that I was sorry. I said it and meant it. I wish I knew what else I could do to make things right, but I don’t know. I tried to make it open season for people to tell me what went wrong. I tried to let people help me come up with ways I could improve myself to make me less likely to do whatever it was that I did that was so awful. Silence is an awfully destructive weapon, and I just wish I had the mental fortitude right now to not make me feel so defeated.
I know that I apparently did something wrong recently. I’m vaguely aware of what that something was, but still don’t quite grasp where I went wrong. I just wish that I could get someone to say something to me, because the stony silence is slowly destroying a part of my life that I only recently recaptured and onto which I desperately want to hold. Maybe people think it is too late for that. Maybe they are right. I’ve already been deleted from the list of friends on two blog link lists of people I counted as kindred spirits. I’m not sure if that indicates that I’ve been deleted as a friend, but at least in my current state of mind, it sure feels like it.
(Sigh)
Somehow, without meaning to, and honestly without quite understanding what went wrong, I’ve lost something that was special to me. I said that I was sorry. I said it and meant it. I wish I knew what else I could do to make things right, but I don’t know. I tried to make it open season for people to tell me what went wrong. I tried to let people help me come up with ways I could improve myself to make me less likely to do whatever it was that I did that was so awful. Silence is an awfully destructive weapon, and I just wish I had the mental fortitude right now to not make me feel so defeated.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Autopsychology
Can something be both a boon and a curse? For a long time, I’ve been dimly aware that I’m not like most people in my psychology. For most of my adult life, I’ve noticed that people seem substantially more emotionally stable than I am. People who know me, or even people who only read the things that I write, probably have noticed that I seem to have cycles in my emotional states that they may not normally witness in themselves or others.
I can fluctuate wildly on a day-to-day basis from what I might call personality number one and personality number two of myself. Personality number one speaks slowly, thinks slowly, and is plagued by crippling self-doubt. He sleeps late, is constantly bothered by fatigue, and works only half-heartedly at serious endeavors. He is petulant, sullen, and frequently can be insensitive and rude. Personality number two speaks and thinks at a rapid-fire pace, and believes whole-heartedly in the virtue of his causes, the rationality of his beliefs, and the fundamental ordering of the universe as he sees it. He is charming, witty, and vivacious. He has a way with words that few can match, and can say and do things that exhibit tremendous sensitivity and compassion. Some of you may have felt the touch of his presence in birthday cards, get well soon cards, belated thanks, and well-deserved gratitude just for being who you are. He gets by on only four or so hours of sleep a night without difficulty and can spend 12 straight hours furiously writing or engaging in some other project without break or noticing how the time has slipped away.
I have long admitted to myself that I show the classic signs of being a manic depressive. It is hard to explain, even to myself, since I must try to imagine being someone else in order to describe what it is like in ways that might be able to be understood. There are many people who suffer from depressive bouts or occasional periods of mania, but for it to be a way of life is something that is much harder to comprehend unless you live it as well.
The politically correct phraseology would be to say that I suffer from manic-depression. In my depressive phases, I would likely agree with that assessment. In my manic phases, such as the one in which I now find myself, I find it much more difficult to sincerely say that I ‘suffer’ from manic-depression. I am capable of fantastical lows and euphoric highs and although they are not consistent, the fabulously powerful highs seem to me to be well worth the occasional apathetic downsides.
To put it bluntly, I feel as if when I am in my manic phases that I am capable of far more than most people – the stable ones, at any rate. At the very least, I know that the manic’s phenomenal energy and verve fuels me to be far more than I am during the periods that most approximate my stability. I am more creative, more daring, more eloquent, more caring, and more able to express myself in ways of which I can only dream during my lows and stable periods.
True to the classic symptoms of mania, my mania can be triggered just as can be depressive episodes. While a failure of any sort, even imagined failures, can set off depressive episodes, manic periods can be started by praise and happy emotions. If I’m being honest with myself, I probably have to admit that my constant search for love, and my nearly non-stop powerful attachments to particular women are my psyche’s way of bathing me in the heady pleasures of new romance as a way to keep the demons at bay. All I know is that from the time I first became aware of the opposite sex, I have been head-over-heels in love with a changing array of women (lingering only on those that seem to reciprocate to some small degree). There have been (I’ll estimate) more than a hundred women of whom I would - at one point or another - have been willing to say that I would gladly spend my life with them. Falling in love at the drop of a hat with any woman who smiles at me, compliments me, or who seems to genuinely care about me in some way certainly seems to be something that many people don’t experience.
It may sound as if I’m simply experiencing a continual string of shallow emotional responses of attraction, but I have to stress that not to be the case. In fact, quite to the contrary, I seem nearly incapable of experiencing what I might call the standard range of emotions. When I am sad, I am nearly inconsolable. When I am angry, I am literally shaking and pacing in barely suppressed rage. When in love, I don’t simply have a crush on a woman, but am floating on the highest clouds of euphoria. Indeed, the only time a woman showed significant interest in me over time, I was in love for a solid decade without relent.
I’ll know when I find the woman who I will eventually marry because she will love me back. That’s the ultimate dream for a manic: to have someone who you can count on to continually drive you up to the heights of your mania simply by enjoying your presence.
Whether admitting to myself new feelings for a woman, experiencing a victory like that of this past Sunday morning, or tackling a challenging opponent in a game of wits (so long as he doesn’t severely trounce me) over some position, the effect can drive the depressive me into the background allowing the manic me (the one that I know is better than the real me) to step into the limelight and hold the world in his palm.
What brings this all up is my current desire to engage in a program of personal growth over the summer and beyond. Despite the dearth of constructive advice in this arena from those who know me, I’ve managed to make several strong resolutions that will better me as a person. I’ve committed myself to reading more from my library (how have I managed to accumulate a library of over 1000 volumes and only have read perhaps half of them?) and to restarting my language education (I purchased a set of Arabic language CD’s over a year ago, but got busy and stopped listening to my lessons after only one CD). I’ve resolved to continue my exercise program as it has doubtlessly improved my physical health over the past year.
All of these issues are simply skirting around the main issue, though, which is my emotional instability. I don’t know how else to describe it other than to say that it is simultaneously both a curse which dooms many of my social relationships, and a blessing which makes me into the kind of person who I enjoy being. There are psychologists and medications that would likely be able to control these emotional fluctuations, but losing the lows necessitates losing the highs as well.
The possibility of losing the nearly magical gifts I acquire when under the intoxicating influence of my mania is something that scares me more than I can possibly communicate. If I were asked right this instant whether I would take a lifetime of stability at the cost of the me who doesn’t exist outside of his mania, I don’t think I would have an answer. And for a person who always wants to have the answer, that’s a scary place to be.
I can fluctuate wildly on a day-to-day basis from what I might call personality number one and personality number two of myself. Personality number one speaks slowly, thinks slowly, and is plagued by crippling self-doubt. He sleeps late, is constantly bothered by fatigue, and works only half-heartedly at serious endeavors. He is petulant, sullen, and frequently can be insensitive and rude. Personality number two speaks and thinks at a rapid-fire pace, and believes whole-heartedly in the virtue of his causes, the rationality of his beliefs, and the fundamental ordering of the universe as he sees it. He is charming, witty, and vivacious. He has a way with words that few can match, and can say and do things that exhibit tremendous sensitivity and compassion. Some of you may have felt the touch of his presence in birthday cards, get well soon cards, belated thanks, and well-deserved gratitude just for being who you are. He gets by on only four or so hours of sleep a night without difficulty and can spend 12 straight hours furiously writing or engaging in some other project without break or noticing how the time has slipped away.
I have long admitted to myself that I show the classic signs of being a manic depressive. It is hard to explain, even to myself, since I must try to imagine being someone else in order to describe what it is like in ways that might be able to be understood. There are many people who suffer from depressive bouts or occasional periods of mania, but for it to be a way of life is something that is much harder to comprehend unless you live it as well.
The politically correct phraseology would be to say that I suffer from manic-depression. In my depressive phases, I would likely agree with that assessment. In my manic phases, such as the one in which I now find myself, I find it much more difficult to sincerely say that I ‘suffer’ from manic-depression. I am capable of fantastical lows and euphoric highs and although they are not consistent, the fabulously powerful highs seem to me to be well worth the occasional apathetic downsides.
To put it bluntly, I feel as if when I am in my manic phases that I am capable of far more than most people – the stable ones, at any rate. At the very least, I know that the manic’s phenomenal energy and verve fuels me to be far more than I am during the periods that most approximate my stability. I am more creative, more daring, more eloquent, more caring, and more able to express myself in ways of which I can only dream during my lows and stable periods.
True to the classic symptoms of mania, my mania can be triggered just as can be depressive episodes. While a failure of any sort, even imagined failures, can set off depressive episodes, manic periods can be started by praise and happy emotions. If I’m being honest with myself, I probably have to admit that my constant search for love, and my nearly non-stop powerful attachments to particular women are my psyche’s way of bathing me in the heady pleasures of new romance as a way to keep the demons at bay. All I know is that from the time I first became aware of the opposite sex, I have been head-over-heels in love with a changing array of women (lingering only on those that seem to reciprocate to some small degree). There have been (I’ll estimate) more than a hundred women of whom I would - at one point or another - have been willing to say that I would gladly spend my life with them. Falling in love at the drop of a hat with any woman who smiles at me, compliments me, or who seems to genuinely care about me in some way certainly seems to be something that many people don’t experience.
It may sound as if I’m simply experiencing a continual string of shallow emotional responses of attraction, but I have to stress that not to be the case. In fact, quite to the contrary, I seem nearly incapable of experiencing what I might call the standard range of emotions. When I am sad, I am nearly inconsolable. When I am angry, I am literally shaking and pacing in barely suppressed rage. When in love, I don’t simply have a crush on a woman, but am floating on the highest clouds of euphoria. Indeed, the only time a woman showed significant interest in me over time, I was in love for a solid decade without relent.
I’ll know when I find the woman who I will eventually marry because she will love me back. That’s the ultimate dream for a manic: to have someone who you can count on to continually drive you up to the heights of your mania simply by enjoying your presence.
Whether admitting to myself new feelings for a woman, experiencing a victory like that of this past Sunday morning, or tackling a challenging opponent in a game of wits (so long as he doesn’t severely trounce me) over some position, the effect can drive the depressive me into the background allowing the manic me (the one that I know is better than the real me) to step into the limelight and hold the world in his palm.
What brings this all up is my current desire to engage in a program of personal growth over the summer and beyond. Despite the dearth of constructive advice in this arena from those who know me, I’ve managed to make several strong resolutions that will better me as a person. I’ve committed myself to reading more from my library (how have I managed to accumulate a library of over 1000 volumes and only have read perhaps half of them?) and to restarting my language education (I purchased a set of Arabic language CD’s over a year ago, but got busy and stopped listening to my lessons after only one CD). I’ve resolved to continue my exercise program as it has doubtlessly improved my physical health over the past year.
All of these issues are simply skirting around the main issue, though, which is my emotional instability. I don’t know how else to describe it other than to say that it is simultaneously both a curse which dooms many of my social relationships, and a blessing which makes me into the kind of person who I enjoy being. There are psychologists and medications that would likely be able to control these emotional fluctuations, but losing the lows necessitates losing the highs as well.
The possibility of losing the nearly magical gifts I acquire when under the intoxicating influence of my mania is something that scares me more than I can possibly communicate. If I were asked right this instant whether I would take a lifetime of stability at the cost of the me who doesn’t exist outside of his mania, I don’t think I would have an answer. And for a person who always wants to have the answer, that’s a scary place to be.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
William H. Riker has at least one pupil OR How heresthetics got its name...
This morning, I had more fun than I’ve had on a Sunday morning in a very, very long time. My typical Sunday morning involves waking up with my alarm at 7:00, at which point I slam my hand down on the snooze alarm repeatedly until about 11:00 am. As satisfying as it is to sleep in when I don’t have anywhere else to be, it isn’t as if the day couldn’t start out better.
Today, it was better.
The law school I attend has a program where they compress an entire course in trial advocacy into a single (very) intensive week. A friend of mine participated in this program this past week and held his trial this morning at 8:30 am in the Shawnee County Courthouse. I was a jury member.
It probably says a lot about my psyche that I love jury service. I’ve been called for jury duty three times before, but have never actually gotten to sit on a jury (they usually fill the juries well before they get to me). It truly irks me that after I complete law school, I will likely never again be able to have a chance to be on an actual jury since attorneys tend to exclude from juries anyone who has the slightest idea what they are doing. I can understand why, of course. It is much easier to be an attorney when you don’t have to worry about whether juror number four is wondering why you didn’t object to some testimony or why some obscure motion wasn’t made.
I love jury service because I like the idea of being put in a position where I can exercise my wisdom. I tend to think that I have a great deal of wisdom. I may not be overly intelligent. I may not have a lot of common sense. But I am wise in the ancient Greek meaning of the term – in other words, I can recognize the good life and how to move from where we are to get to it. It is actually hard for me to explain how I think this way, since (at least as I understand it) the way that other people interact with the world is so terribly foreign to me.
But I’m digressing again from what I told myself would be an interesting group of pointers on how to ensure, if you are ever on a jury, that you can get your way. While I like being able to exercise the ability to judge important matters, I detest the fact that there have to be other people on juries. Maybe that’s egotism, but I’ve been a judge for several kinds of contests before (high school debates, formal debates, high school forensics tournaments, mock trial competitions, etc.) and in every case, it almost always seems that when the decision rests on a panel of people of which I am a part, their decisions are frequently laughably backwards.
Being on the jury this time was no different. Two of the jurors (there were only five of us, so it wasn’t a normal-sized jury) wanted to decide the case in favor of the students who had spoken most eloquently. Note that they didn’t want to decide the case in favor of the team that had presented the best evidence, and who also spoke eloquently. Rather, the asserted basis for their initial decision was (and I quote here) that “he [the student who had delivered the prosecution closing] just spoke with such conviction.”
Yikes.
The good thing is that there are ways for you (my smart readers) to use psychology, positioning, and certain tactics to ensure that cases are decided in the manner in which you wish them to be decided.
Want to know that magic key that allows you to decide the case for yourself as if the other jurors weren’t there to bring up wholly irrelevant speculations and make frighteningly fallacious inferences? Here it is, and read it twice to make sure you learn it well:
Be the jury foreperson.
That’s the magic wand with which you can see the case decided correctly. Be the jury foreperson. People defer to those that they view as authority figures, whether rightly or wrongly, and are willing to go to fantastical lengths to avoid responsibility (a fact written about after WWII by a German psychologist by the name of Erich Fromm in his “Escape from Freedom”).
The Milgram experiments are a perfect example. Stanley Milgram (one of my personal heroes from the field of psychology) wanted to test ideas like those of Erich Fromm. He wondered whether people really would abdicate their personal judgments in favor of those who appear to be authority figures, even when they believed that the consequences would be terrible for other people.
Milgram called in his human subjects who were placed at a machine with a knob on it. They were told that the experiment was to test the effects of pain on the ability to learn, and were introduced to another ‘experiment subject’ who would be the one who was supposed to do the learning. In reality, the second subject was a confederate of Milgram who was in on the experiment, and who would not be getting hurt during the test.
The subjects were told that they were to quiz the ‘subject’ on a variety of questions, and when the ‘subject’ got an answer wrong, they were to turn the dial up a certain amount, at which time an electric shock would be administered to the ‘subject’ (who, of course, being Milgram’s associate, received no actual electrical shocks). The higher the knob was turned, the higher would be the purported magnitude of the electrical shock delivered.
The test began and Milgram found that people were more than willing to administer electric shocks to other people as part of the experiment, so he had his confederates start giving more wrong answers. People were willing to keep administering graver and graver electric shocks to the ‘subject,’ even after the ‘shocks’ were eliciting pretended shrieks of pain, convulsions, and total blackout.
Did anyone resist doing this? Yes, actually. Many people felt that they ought not to continue turning up the knob to administer electric shocks (particularly after the confederate appeared to go unconscious), but Milgram found, much to his surprise, that people could be exhorted to continue with the experiment if confronted with someone who appeared to be an authority (Milgram in a white lab coat with a clipboard or such, watching over them). Most people took little convincing. Milgram told them that they were absolutely free do stop the experiment if they wanted to, but they HAD agreed to do it, and the results of this study were important…
Virtually all of the subjects administering the fake electrical shocks continued administering shocks.
Being a jury foreperson is much like being the man in the white lab coat. Strangely enough, the decision of the jury foreperson is the final decision of the jury in a wide majority of cases. Why? Because the jury foreperson is seen as an authority figure when you step back into the jury deliberation room. He or she decides what is discussed, in what order, forges and breaks alliances, fortifies positions, abandons lines when assaulted strongly, and, generally engages in political machinations until the position he or she desires is the outcome.
But how do you get to be the jury foreperson and how can you use that position to your advantage? It is, quite surprisingly, almost playfully easy to get yourself placed into such a position, from where you can direct the deliberations like a puppet-play where only you know the script.
First, manage to get yourself seated in the traditional location of the jury foreperson in the jury box – the lower, left corner of the box if facing the jurors. Doing this is quite easy since that seat will usually be given to the last person to enter the jury box. Simply step out of the way of the door to the box and allow all others to enter before you. Not only does this make you appear to be a gentleman by allowing others to be seated first, but places you into the position where most jurors subconsciously expect to see the jury foreperson.
Secondly, when taken back to the jury deliberation room, seat yourself at the head of the table. White collar people are quite used to attending staff meetings and are used to regarding a person at the head of the table as the most important figure present. Blue collar workers are less likely to attend meetings of that nature, but are no less familiar with the concept that the authority figure sits at the head of the table in such a meeting. By placing yourself in this location, you can play off of people’s unconscious expectation that you must be the most important voice in these discussions. Words you say will be treated with greater weight than those of other people at the table, and as an apparent authority figure, people will defer to your views even over their own.
Thirdly, get in the first word. Don’t wait for others to start discussions when you sit down. Rather, take charge of the deliberations by declaring in a firm resolute voice (preferably from the head of the table) that the first item that needs to be accomplished is the selection of the jury foreperson. Most people will not want to be the jury foreperson, and simply by placing yourself at the head of the table and by taking command of the deliberations, you have nominated yourself and made the impression in their minds that this is a person who is organized and who gets things done. Their beliefs will make you into what they expect you to be.
Fourth, get someone on your side, and do the arguing through them. Don’t push your position. In the jury room, there is the phenomenon known as the ‘holdout juror,’ and common culture believes that these characters stick to their guns and don’t swing their vote. In reality, the holdout juror usually capitulates as soon as the other 11 have come to a consensus. Almost invariably, a single lone person on one side will give up their position to achieve peace in the jury room, even when they are *supposed* to be concerned more about deciding the case correctly. Lucky for you, you can use this knowledge to your advantage in two ways:
Don’t let yourself become the holdout juror. Do anything you need to in order to get at least one person on your side. This usually won’t be difficult since it would be a rare case indeed where the jury’s initial impression of the case was so lopsidedly skewed to one position or the other.
Don’t worry about a juror that you don’t know that you will be able to convince. Don’t flatly ignore what they have to say, but don’t waste your mental energy trying to convert them. When you convince the other 10, they will flip sides.
Once you have at least one person on your side, do your arguing through them. Whether they make the points you know they should be making or not, attribute the points to them. When the juror through whom you are arguing makes a point that is even tangentially related to the one that needs to be made, jump on it and ride it into the point you were going to make. Something like, “That’s a really good point, Sarah. You might also say that…” or “I think where Thomas was heading with that is…” Not only do people see you as not pushing your position (which they will begin to resent if you do), but they see you (the apparent authority figure) praising those who agree with the position you truly desire to see as the outcome. Additionally, the person on whom you lavish praise feels more important and will unconsciously engage in actions to elicit more praise from you, which feeds the cycle.
Fifthly, while the latin phrase “Nosce te ipsum” (know thyself) is a good thing to remember, when in the deliberation room, knowing yourself is less important than this: Know thy enemies. Which jurors are most committed to a position contrary to yours? Which jurors will be more easily swayed? Is the middle-aged woman a parent, indicating that she might be more sympathetic toward children’s issues? Is the retired gentleman army captain, indicating that he respects discipline and hierarchy? Engage in seemingly idle chit-chat during breaks to gauge the interests to which your enemies will be drawn, and use arguments implicating your foes’ interests against them. Don’t direct your argument to them, in discussions, or else they might recall that they told you specifically about being a PTA member or about their time on base in Germany. Instead address your arguments to some other member at the table, and the person to whom you are in truth addressing will less likely sense the machinations at work.
As well, in getting to know your enemies strengths and weaknesses, control the agenda. As jury foreperson, you can control which aspects of the case the table will discuss first and last. Put insignificant items first. You can use an excuse, saying something about just getting them out of the way before tackling the harder items, but in reality you should use these inconsequential parts of the case in order to determine how other jurors argue. Is juror number two prone to regressing to issues previously discussed? If so, note her positions on various issues. Allow her to drag the table back to issues that you think need more discussing, and keep her on topic when you think the previous issue has been decided as you want it. Does juror nine seem unable to differentiate between evidence and his own speculations? If so, craft a little two- or three-sentence speech about how to judge the evidence that you can give before moving into the seriously controversial parts of the case. Once you know who your opponents are and how they argue, use their strengths and weaknesses to feed your points or damage the other side.
Sixth, be courteous as can be. Hold open doors for people. Don’t interrupt them unless absolutely necessary. When you head to the courthouse, dress nicely. Make good eye contact with them whenever possible. Nod your head as if listening intently to what they say even when you are thinking to yourself that this person must have been napping through half the trial. If you get up to get yourself a coffee from the machine invariably in deliberation rooms, audibly offer to get a cup for the people sitting next to you. To quote a saying I heard long ago, few people suspect that the devil wears fine clothes. As silly as it seems, people have a hard time believing that they are being manipulated by someone whom they like.
Lastly, get unanimous consent every single time that something has been decided the way you want it to be decided. Even if someone disagrees personally with the decision being made, their personal judgment now must fight against not only the subconscious desire to please the apparent authority figure, but also must fight against the fact that they publicly declared to all of the people in the jury room that they agreed to some position already decided. If later, their personal judgment starts to creep back in and Juror John says something like, “I just don’t feel right about assessing damages in that amount,” you (as the jury foreperson) can say something like, “Well, we’ve already discussed that point, and I thought that we had all come to some sort of agreement on the appropriate amount. Would you like us to go back to that point again?” This is the equivalent of Milgram in his white lab coat giving the subject permission to end the experiment, but politely reminding the subject that they had, in fact, agreed to participate and that there are negative consequences to others should you go back on your word (in the experiment, the results of the experiment wouldn’t be as good, and in the jury room, John will be faced with the prospect that jurors may be angry with him for dragging them all back to an issue already decided). Juror John will likely desire to not drag the whole room back into an issue that he already agreed to, and will more likely just have the group go on with whatever you had them discussing at the time.
Well, today, I got to put all of my little tricks into play. The jury was 4-1 against me when we entered the jury room. I was able to sway a single juror to my side with some easy arguments, by aiming at the one who was most torn between the positions. With a person on my side, it was a short, downhill ride to convince the aged mother of three to vote for the defense (even though she was the mother of one of the one of the attorneys for the prosecution). The real challenge was convincing another girl (who was the wife of that self-same attorney), but by arguing through the girl who I had managed to convert right off the bat, I was able to set up a duel of wits between them, knowing that the one on my side had more sophisticated weaponry at her disposal. Once I had her on board, the fifth jury member simply switched sides and we were able to sign the jury form for the defense.
Fantastic. The only downside is that I’m fairly sure this whole entry proves that I’m evil.
Today, it was better.
The law school I attend has a program where they compress an entire course in trial advocacy into a single (very) intensive week. A friend of mine participated in this program this past week and held his trial this morning at 8:30 am in the Shawnee County Courthouse. I was a jury member.
It probably says a lot about my psyche that I love jury service. I’ve been called for jury duty three times before, but have never actually gotten to sit on a jury (they usually fill the juries well before they get to me). It truly irks me that after I complete law school, I will likely never again be able to have a chance to be on an actual jury since attorneys tend to exclude from juries anyone who has the slightest idea what they are doing. I can understand why, of course. It is much easier to be an attorney when you don’t have to worry about whether juror number four is wondering why you didn’t object to some testimony or why some obscure motion wasn’t made.
I love jury service because I like the idea of being put in a position where I can exercise my wisdom. I tend to think that I have a great deal of wisdom. I may not be overly intelligent. I may not have a lot of common sense. But I am wise in the ancient Greek meaning of the term – in other words, I can recognize the good life and how to move from where we are to get to it. It is actually hard for me to explain how I think this way, since (at least as I understand it) the way that other people interact with the world is so terribly foreign to me.
But I’m digressing again from what I told myself would be an interesting group of pointers on how to ensure, if you are ever on a jury, that you can get your way. While I like being able to exercise the ability to judge important matters, I detest the fact that there have to be other people on juries. Maybe that’s egotism, but I’ve been a judge for several kinds of contests before (high school debates, formal debates, high school forensics tournaments, mock trial competitions, etc.) and in every case, it almost always seems that when the decision rests on a panel of people of which I am a part, their decisions are frequently laughably backwards.
Being on the jury this time was no different. Two of the jurors (there were only five of us, so it wasn’t a normal-sized jury) wanted to decide the case in favor of the students who had spoken most eloquently. Note that they didn’t want to decide the case in favor of the team that had presented the best evidence, and who also spoke eloquently. Rather, the asserted basis for their initial decision was (and I quote here) that “he [the student who had delivered the prosecution closing] just spoke with such conviction.”
Yikes.
The good thing is that there are ways for you (my smart readers) to use psychology, positioning, and certain tactics to ensure that cases are decided in the manner in which you wish them to be decided.
Want to know that magic key that allows you to decide the case for yourself as if the other jurors weren’t there to bring up wholly irrelevant speculations and make frighteningly fallacious inferences? Here it is, and read it twice to make sure you learn it well:
Be the jury foreperson.
That’s the magic wand with which you can see the case decided correctly. Be the jury foreperson. People defer to those that they view as authority figures, whether rightly or wrongly, and are willing to go to fantastical lengths to avoid responsibility (a fact written about after WWII by a German psychologist by the name of Erich Fromm in his “Escape from Freedom”).
The Milgram experiments are a perfect example. Stanley Milgram (one of my personal heroes from the field of psychology) wanted to test ideas like those of Erich Fromm. He wondered whether people really would abdicate their personal judgments in favor of those who appear to be authority figures, even when they believed that the consequences would be terrible for other people.
Milgram called in his human subjects who were placed at a machine with a knob on it. They were told that the experiment was to test the effects of pain on the ability to learn, and were introduced to another ‘experiment subject’ who would be the one who was supposed to do the learning. In reality, the second subject was a confederate of Milgram who was in on the experiment, and who would not be getting hurt during the test.
The subjects were told that they were to quiz the ‘subject’ on a variety of questions, and when the ‘subject’ got an answer wrong, they were to turn the dial up a certain amount, at which time an electric shock would be administered to the ‘subject’ (who, of course, being Milgram’s associate, received no actual electrical shocks). The higher the knob was turned, the higher would be the purported magnitude of the electrical shock delivered.
The test began and Milgram found that people were more than willing to administer electric shocks to other people as part of the experiment, so he had his confederates start giving more wrong answers. People were willing to keep administering graver and graver electric shocks to the ‘subject,’ even after the ‘shocks’ were eliciting pretended shrieks of pain, convulsions, and total blackout.
Did anyone resist doing this? Yes, actually. Many people felt that they ought not to continue turning up the knob to administer electric shocks (particularly after the confederate appeared to go unconscious), but Milgram found, much to his surprise, that people could be exhorted to continue with the experiment if confronted with someone who appeared to be an authority (Milgram in a white lab coat with a clipboard or such, watching over them). Most people took little convincing. Milgram told them that they were absolutely free do stop the experiment if they wanted to, but they HAD agreed to do it, and the results of this study were important…
Virtually all of the subjects administering the fake electrical shocks continued administering shocks.
Being a jury foreperson is much like being the man in the white lab coat. Strangely enough, the decision of the jury foreperson is the final decision of the jury in a wide majority of cases. Why? Because the jury foreperson is seen as an authority figure when you step back into the jury deliberation room. He or she decides what is discussed, in what order, forges and breaks alliances, fortifies positions, abandons lines when assaulted strongly, and, generally engages in political machinations until the position he or she desires is the outcome.
But how do you get to be the jury foreperson and how can you use that position to your advantage? It is, quite surprisingly, almost playfully easy to get yourself placed into such a position, from where you can direct the deliberations like a puppet-play where only you know the script.
First, manage to get yourself seated in the traditional location of the jury foreperson in the jury box – the lower, left corner of the box if facing the jurors. Doing this is quite easy since that seat will usually be given to the last person to enter the jury box. Simply step out of the way of the door to the box and allow all others to enter before you. Not only does this make you appear to be a gentleman by allowing others to be seated first, but places you into the position where most jurors subconsciously expect to see the jury foreperson.
Secondly, when taken back to the jury deliberation room, seat yourself at the head of the table. White collar people are quite used to attending staff meetings and are used to regarding a person at the head of the table as the most important figure present. Blue collar workers are less likely to attend meetings of that nature, but are no less familiar with the concept that the authority figure sits at the head of the table in such a meeting. By placing yourself in this location, you can play off of people’s unconscious expectation that you must be the most important voice in these discussions. Words you say will be treated with greater weight than those of other people at the table, and as an apparent authority figure, people will defer to your views even over their own.
Thirdly, get in the first word. Don’t wait for others to start discussions when you sit down. Rather, take charge of the deliberations by declaring in a firm resolute voice (preferably from the head of the table) that the first item that needs to be accomplished is the selection of the jury foreperson. Most people will not want to be the jury foreperson, and simply by placing yourself at the head of the table and by taking command of the deliberations, you have nominated yourself and made the impression in their minds that this is a person who is organized and who gets things done. Their beliefs will make you into what they expect you to be.
Fourth, get someone on your side, and do the arguing through them. Don’t push your position. In the jury room, there is the phenomenon known as the ‘holdout juror,’ and common culture believes that these characters stick to their guns and don’t swing their vote. In reality, the holdout juror usually capitulates as soon as the other 11 have come to a consensus. Almost invariably, a single lone person on one side will give up their position to achieve peace in the jury room, even when they are *supposed* to be concerned more about deciding the case correctly. Lucky for you, you can use this knowledge to your advantage in two ways:
Don’t let yourself become the holdout juror. Do anything you need to in order to get at least one person on your side. This usually won’t be difficult since it would be a rare case indeed where the jury’s initial impression of the case was so lopsidedly skewed to one position or the other.
Don’t worry about a juror that you don’t know that you will be able to convince. Don’t flatly ignore what they have to say, but don’t waste your mental energy trying to convert them. When you convince the other 10, they will flip sides.
Once you have at least one person on your side, do your arguing through them. Whether they make the points you know they should be making or not, attribute the points to them. When the juror through whom you are arguing makes a point that is even tangentially related to the one that needs to be made, jump on it and ride it into the point you were going to make. Something like, “That’s a really good point, Sarah. You might also say that…” or “I think where Thomas was heading with that is…” Not only do people see you as not pushing your position (which they will begin to resent if you do), but they see you (the apparent authority figure) praising those who agree with the position you truly desire to see as the outcome. Additionally, the person on whom you lavish praise feels more important and will unconsciously engage in actions to elicit more praise from you, which feeds the cycle.
Fifthly, while the latin phrase “Nosce te ipsum” (know thyself) is a good thing to remember, when in the deliberation room, knowing yourself is less important than this: Know thy enemies. Which jurors are most committed to a position contrary to yours? Which jurors will be more easily swayed? Is the middle-aged woman a parent, indicating that she might be more sympathetic toward children’s issues? Is the retired gentleman army captain, indicating that he respects discipline and hierarchy? Engage in seemingly idle chit-chat during breaks to gauge the interests to which your enemies will be drawn, and use arguments implicating your foes’ interests against them. Don’t direct your argument to them, in discussions, or else they might recall that they told you specifically about being a PTA member or about their time on base in Germany. Instead address your arguments to some other member at the table, and the person to whom you are in truth addressing will less likely sense the machinations at work.
As well, in getting to know your enemies strengths and weaknesses, control the agenda. As jury foreperson, you can control which aspects of the case the table will discuss first and last. Put insignificant items first. You can use an excuse, saying something about just getting them out of the way before tackling the harder items, but in reality you should use these inconsequential parts of the case in order to determine how other jurors argue. Is juror number two prone to regressing to issues previously discussed? If so, note her positions on various issues. Allow her to drag the table back to issues that you think need more discussing, and keep her on topic when you think the previous issue has been decided as you want it. Does juror nine seem unable to differentiate between evidence and his own speculations? If so, craft a little two- or three-sentence speech about how to judge the evidence that you can give before moving into the seriously controversial parts of the case. Once you know who your opponents are and how they argue, use their strengths and weaknesses to feed your points or damage the other side.
Sixth, be courteous as can be. Hold open doors for people. Don’t interrupt them unless absolutely necessary. When you head to the courthouse, dress nicely. Make good eye contact with them whenever possible. Nod your head as if listening intently to what they say even when you are thinking to yourself that this person must have been napping through half the trial. If you get up to get yourself a coffee from the machine invariably in deliberation rooms, audibly offer to get a cup for the people sitting next to you. To quote a saying I heard long ago, few people suspect that the devil wears fine clothes. As silly as it seems, people have a hard time believing that they are being manipulated by someone whom they like.
Lastly, get unanimous consent every single time that something has been decided the way you want it to be decided. Even if someone disagrees personally with the decision being made, their personal judgment now must fight against not only the subconscious desire to please the apparent authority figure, but also must fight against the fact that they publicly declared to all of the people in the jury room that they agreed to some position already decided. If later, their personal judgment starts to creep back in and Juror John says something like, “I just don’t feel right about assessing damages in that amount,” you (as the jury foreperson) can say something like, “Well, we’ve already discussed that point, and I thought that we had all come to some sort of agreement on the appropriate amount. Would you like us to go back to that point again?” This is the equivalent of Milgram in his white lab coat giving the subject permission to end the experiment, but politely reminding the subject that they had, in fact, agreed to participate and that there are negative consequences to others should you go back on your word (in the experiment, the results of the experiment wouldn’t be as good, and in the jury room, John will be faced with the prospect that jurors may be angry with him for dragging them all back to an issue already decided). Juror John will likely desire to not drag the whole room back into an issue that he already agreed to, and will more likely just have the group go on with whatever you had them discussing at the time.
Well, today, I got to put all of my little tricks into play. The jury was 4-1 against me when we entered the jury room. I was able to sway a single juror to my side with some easy arguments, by aiming at the one who was most torn between the positions. With a person on my side, it was a short, downhill ride to convince the aged mother of three to vote for the defense (even though she was the mother of one of the one of the attorneys for the prosecution). The real challenge was convincing another girl (who was the wife of that self-same attorney), but by arguing through the girl who I had managed to convert right off the bat, I was able to set up a duel of wits between them, knowing that the one on my side had more sophisticated weaponry at her disposal. Once I had her on board, the fifth jury member simply switched sides and we were able to sign the jury form for the defense.
Fantastic. The only downside is that I’m fairly sure this whole entry proves that I’m evil.