Herland Sister Resources : v.1: no.9(1985)
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- Herland Sister Resources : v.1: no.9(1985)
- Description
- The Herland Sister Resources newsletter is the monthly publication of Herland Sister Resources, a womanist organization with a strong lesbian focus based in Oklahoma City.
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- 1985-09
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- All rights reserved by Herland Sister Resources. Contact UCO Archives & Special Collections for the permission policy on the use, reproduction or distribution of these materials.
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- Herland Sisters Resources
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- Herland Sister Resources
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VOLUME 1, NUMBER 9
SEPTE B
1985.
THOUGHTS 0
OST GRAND JURO
by Marian Hulsey
There is something about a registered certified letter from the Court Clerk than can only be signed
for by the addressee that, when the addressee is
you, scares the shit out of you. All I _could th~nk
of was my unpaid library fine, but with shakm
hand I signed and even more shakingly, opened my
summons to appear for grand jury duty.
From the very beginning I had mixed feelings about serving. I feel strongly that it is every citize 's duty and responsibility (Judge Owens says it
is our privilege), and I was extremely interested
in the process. When there was a possibility this
jury might hear the Donna Bechtel petition, I was
determined to try to get on it. This did not turn
out to be the case, but the issue it addressed
w s an important one--pornography, obscenity and
a citizen's right to watch whatever he or she
was willing to pay for (Cable TV) in the privacy
of a home.
I talked to some people who had served, trying to
et an idea of the questions I would be asked.
Imagined questions covered my magazine reading
(Ull oh, Ms., The Utney Reader, Vanity Fair, L.C.,
I. .Y.K., the list gets worse), my hair style (I
have been growing my "tail" for a year and decided not to cut it), my style of dress (of course I
wore pants to court--Jeez, I rode my moped!), my
profession (you bet I'm a teacher), the list grew
and my answers struggled not to perforize me,
while getting me seated. For several nights before
our command appearance on Aug. 5, I did not
sleep. I also knew that the jury could go on and
on and it was almost time for school to start.
T is became more of a problem because I will be
going · to a new school, teaching new subjects. The
very thought of making out coherent and impresive lesson plans for a sub made my 30-year old
ulcer flare up royally.
J-Day arrived and we (45 of the 100 suminoned)
gathered in Judge Owens' courtroom. He a_sked all
those who thought they had good reason not to
erve to come fo ard
d about 15 people were
excused. Only t
other women had on pants--they
were both excused in that bunch. Glancing furtively around the gallery I noticed a young woman in
front · of me, reading her annotated Bible, with a
tabbed notebook, with references easily noted.
Across the aisle, a woman sat reading a copy of
Guideposts. I homesteaded my spot on the hard
bench, determined somehow to get seated on the
jury if they did.
The process is not what I expected. Twelve
ames were drawn from a box. Judge Owens asked
them some questions, individually.
(Here there
were some assumptions that galled me, i.e., everyone was expect,ed to be married, have children, be
a regular church goer.) Then DA Macy asked them
questions as a group, followed by same from Cox
Cable's attorney: The judge then asked if anyone
on the jury felt he/she could not listen to the
testimony, 1 in~luding many hours of watching films
from the /' Playboy channel, and then decide the
c se on the legal definition of obscenity, rather
than one's personal taste. Several asked to be
excused here and other names were drawn from
the box. After lunch several others asked to be
excused becau e of child care problems and the
there were 12 that both sides agreed on. So, the
rest of us were excused, without even being
ked a single question.
I was both relieved and disappointed. I had worried so about it, but did feel I had a responsibility to serve. But, I have done a lot of thinking
about it since. You see, I used to make jokes
about pornography, "Just bring your own pornograph," but I did not realize what a threat it was
to my freedom, my life as a woman. The violence
that often accompanies the sexual aspects of
porn, so I am told, makes us all a little less safe.
I have only been exposed to "hard" porn twice in
my life and both times, I left before the film was
over. But, that is a matter of taste. I simply
don't like it. I value my reading time too much to
read it and I don't want to sit and watch it.
There are some .books I have read which some
oth
might call obscene, pornographic, ' and
LETTERS TO THE EDITOR
Dear Editor:
Hello. I am writing this in hope that a few readers
witl remember the Class Action called "Oklahoma
Shame." I was one of the eight incarcerated people
w~o filed Terry D. v. Lloyd Rader and the Dept.
of · Human Services. I now work within the same
system for the Institute for Child Advocacy.
When we first filed the suit·,, in 1978, I could not
even imagine the changes that could occur. Later,
as things conti·nued to get better for youth, I felt
great hcipe that other young people might not be
forced to endure the pain of both physical and
emotional abuse, which I endured for so long. 
