I was on the road at 8:30 this morning to fulfill my American obligation to serve as a juror - it took me 25 minutes to drive to Riverhead, 10 minutes to fill out paperwork, and 5 1/2 hours to find out they didn't want me. Somehow, I knew that's what would happen. Because in my mind, right is right, and wrong is wrong; but our justice system doesn't always work that way. The case for which I was a possible juror had to do with medical malpractice - which, of course, does happen. As I listened to the case, I was completely unbiased toward the defendant and the plaintiff. When the lawyer for the plaintiff explained that the woman didn't speak a word of English, my antennas went up immediately. When it was my turn to be questioned one-on-one I explained that I had some concerns about the case and with those involved. I was immediately escorted to the hallway so the other prospective jurors couldn't hear what I had to say. "Is this woman legal?" I asked all three lawyers. She wasn't, and I was excused from jury duty for six more years. End of story.