Chapter 6May 26th
I looked at the jury critically for the first time after my big statement. It was divided pretty equally in gender, men and women of varying ages and races. I surveyed them, trying to figure out who was on my side. Was it too soon to know? A black man, older, with graying hair and horn-rimmed glasses, sitting in the back row, had stopped taking notes to stare at me, wide-eyed. Next to him was a Korean woman my parents’ age, her hair pulled back into a tight knot on the top of her head. She looked bored. Two white men came next, one about my parents’ age, the other looking barely older than me, perhaps a university student—
“Corinna,” Haywood said, and I turned to him, remembering where we were in my testimony. This was the important part, I couldn’t lose focus now. I bi
