I lack any expertise in the area.
The prospect of trial before a jury has always troubled me.
You know those recurring nightmares, where you're unable to move, or standing in just your underwear...
My idea of hell is "being judged by your peers".
Much of it harks back to George Carlin:
“Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.”
That's been reinforced by being a skilled specialist at work.
Herded into "cross departmental group trainings", I was frequently horrified by some people's inability at basic reasoning, or indeed parsing simple instructions.
The fact that a bent copper might aim to "fit up" the local lefty, aided by a bunch of numbskulls was always disturbed me.
I'm not even Irish.