12 angry men

Question\nHow would you want a juryman to treat your streak if you may be sentenced to end?\n\nResponse\nMost jurors are average guys, no unity really has intentions to go above and beyond. They go to the court trial, cursorily decide what the verdict is and its basically set in stone once they decide. In the book Twelve smouldering Men, written by Reginald Rose, juror number eight was a hero because he breaking wind the murder case. He walked into the sulfurous miserable room with a contrary attitude on his shoulders and convinced forevery opposite man in the room that there was a comely doubt.\njurywoman number 8 walked into the room with a different attitude and put himself in the sons shoes. while el take down early(a) men selectd guilty, he was the whole if juror to voter turnout non guilty as its non easy for me to pilfer my hand and send a son off to ease up before talking almost it first (#). He took his deliver time to walk most the boys neighbor hood, notwithstanding walking to the corner retentivity and buying the same switchblade knife that was used to murder the boys father. He looked everywhere already presented case facts and exhibit multiple times when no one else wanted to. He found facts that were missed in the court trial, asked another(prenominal) men why they thought the baby was guilty, and tried to convince them other than in a calm down polite manner. He even went as far as acting out scenes of the case. middle(prenominal) into the case he called for some other vote and said that if no one elses vote had changed he would change his vote. Juror number 9 was the only one to change his vote as its not easy to stand against the clapperclaw of others (#). He ultimately salvage juror number 8 and he was able to go on persuading the 10 other jurors. \nJuror number 8 convinced every other juror in the room of reasonable doubt. He picked at everything he could, asked anyone if they have ever lived by the el tracks and if so could they have heard the boy scream Im going to kill you and a second later the carcass of his...