remembering a writer and friend
We received a call shortly after 11 pm tonight that the jury had reached a verdict. So we got into the car and headed down to the justice building–just as they read their decision: Guilty of Murder.
One of Don’s friends described the car ride to the courtroom as the “longest ride of their lives” and it was a bit surreal…navigating through throngs of drunken undergrads partying for “Little 500” week who were completely unaware of the other ‘big event’ here or the significance of that moment. The streets around the justice building itself were eerily calm, lit mostly by the large news trucks parked on the block.
Not too many people made it back there on such notice, but there were some. A few people in the courtroom, presumably Griffin’s family members, screamed. Minutes later, after most reporters dispersed, the jurors silently exited the justice building, escorted by security through the mostly-vacant nearby streets. As jurors passed, a few people clapped for them and shouted “Thank You.”