I served once. It was an interesting experience, often inconvenient but in the end I found it rewarding.
It was an armed robbery case. Long story short, the defendant had been out with two of his friends when said friends decided to rob two passing brothers at knifepoint. All three were soon caught, together, with the stolen money. The defendant's claim is that he was unaware of his friends' plans or that they engaged in such activities, and was thus only a bystander. You can see how it kinda looks bad for him though… And to otp it off, the defendant was black, while the entire jury (including yours truly) was white. On paper that shouldn't matter, but prejudice is still a real thing…
When all was said and done, both victims' testimony corroborated the fact that the defendant never did or said anything at all, only stood there while the robbery was taking place. No weapons were ever found in his possession. Guilt would have to hinge upon supposition of his intentions, and that just wasn't good enough for myself nor for most of the other jurors (there were a few holdouts but they conceded). The only audience throughout the trial was the defendant's family, and it wasn't hard to tell that they were expecting the worst. I was happy to help make sure things turned out as they should. ^.^ I still get a warm feeling thinking back on it.