July 26, 2013

Seriously Hal

From April to the end of June I was foreman of the county grand jury. Even with what I learned about crime from my work both as a psychotherapist and an auxiliary policy officer, this was an amazing eye-openning experience. I heard testimony from the police, witnesses and victims in just about every major crime you read about in The Enterprise or saw reported on the local news.

This experience gave me a rare view of a culture where crime and violence is taken for granted. 

This was a period when Brockton had a spike in murders and other violent crimes.

 A grand jury decides whether indictments are warranted. It has 23 members selected from the normal jury pool. It meets one day a week for three months. All evidence, from crime scene photos to hospital records, are available for review. Unlike jurors in a jury trail, grand jurors able to ask questions of those who testify before it. Jurors are even able to subpoena evidence.

Sometimes it takes weeks for a grand jury to decide on an indictment. This is because there may be many witnesses and/or because all the forensic evidence isn't in.

Once the grand jury hears all the evidence they deliberate in private and vote either for an indictment or what is called a "no bill". In the later case the charges are dropped.

Every Plymouth County felony which the district attorney's office wants to take to trial must be first indicted by the grand jury.

Our grand jury meets in the basement of the Plymouth County Superior Court House on Belmont Street.


During a break I sat in on double murder and attempted murder trial of Keith Luke. He is the self-decribed white supremacist you all saw photos of.

I happened to be in a  Brockton Enterprise photo of the surviving victim's family which was on the paper's front page:


The United States is the only country that still uses grand juries. They are an important part of our legal system. 





October 28, 2012

October 8, 2012

Cranberry Harvest in Middleboro, MA.

October 28, 2012: As Frankenstorm moves closer the cranberry harvest on our old bogs moved into my backyard. This evokes bittersweet memories of all the times Betty and I worked in torrential downpours trying to get one last truck loaded before dark.  Here more than a dozen workers spread out across 13 acres to coral the worst crop I have ever seen on this bog. Generally we'd have half the workers doing the job with which would be up to crops five times this size. (Click photos to enlarge)









 Oct. 8th
It's cranberry harvest season. I took these with my iPhone 5 when I drove by my neighbor, Larry Harju's home bogs. He is one of the largest growers in Massachusetts and his bogs are among the best tended and highest yielding. They make the bogs we used to own look like a jungle of weeds, which sadly they have become under the new owner. Harju Brothers Cranberrys have been honored as Ocean Spray growers of the year numerous times.

There are three picking machines, called water reels, in these photos. The are driven over the vines with a spinning reel which knocks the berries off and they float to the surface. Then they are corralled and pulled to a rig which sucks them out of the water, through a screener which removes debris, and into a truck.

This is about as good a crop as it gets.

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