Driving in the rain

It has been a rainy October for the Tri-Cities – record levels of rainfall have been documented this month. Over the past few weeks, most of the days have been overcast and gray, raining off and on. Last Thursday, as I was driving through pouring rain from Kennewick to Walla Walla, I passed a serious accident heading westbound on I-182. Multiple ambulances, police cars, and a fire truck were arriving at the scene of the crash, which involved a semi and a couple of cars. The weather was undoubtedly a factor.

A jury of your peers

I attended a murder trial last week. Not in any sort of official way, but simply as a learning experience. As a high school intern at Anderson Law in Kennewick, I have the opportunity to investigate law as a career. So, with the help of Anderson Law attorney Edwardo Morfin, I went to a superior court trial in Franklin County. Even though it wasn’t related to personal injury or car accidents, the trial was interesting and educational in many ways (especially since it was a murder trial). One thing in particular stood out to me: I noticed that the jury had significantly fewer Hispanics than Caucasians on it. There were two or three Hispanic jurors, but the majority of the jurors were Caucasian. Since the defendant was also Hispanic, I wondered if this was truly a jury of his peers. Although I do not believe this was indicative of jury selection bias, it made me think about the importance of jury diversity, and how maybe it isn’t being addressed enough. A lack of diverse juries, and potential racial bias, have been a problem in the American courtroom for a long time. Although American demographics have changed substantially, and race relations seem to be better than they ever have been, there is still much room for improvement.

Bicyclists are people, too

A few weeks ago, I was riding my bicycle behind a cautious driver who was hoping no one was going to crash into her as she passed through a Kennewick roundabout (we’ve all been there, right?). After we came out of the roundabout, she shouts back at me, “Thanks a lot, jerk!” What had I done? Was I following too close? Was I not being safe? I didn’t think so at the time, but either way, she clearly wasn’t happy that I was on the road.