Jennifer Gonnerman

New York

Staff Writer at The New Yorker

Staff Writer, The New Yorker. Reporting on NYC & beyond. [email protected]

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Articles

An Investigation Into How Prosecutors Picked Death-Penalty Juries

Nov 17, 2024 | newyorker.com | Jennifer Gonnerman

Reporters began calling Pomerantz and asking questions, including whether the sort of prosecutorial misconduct uncovered in the Dykes case, during the nineteen-nineties, had continued. Before long, he had an answer: he and Tria found evidence showing that Alameda County prosecutors had been documenting which potential jurors were Jewish or Black into the two-thousands.
The Haunted Juror

Feb 15, 2024 | newyorker.com | Jennifer Gonnerman

In 1987, Luana Mango Dunn was twenty-six years old and working as a secretary in midtown Manhattan when she received a summons for jury duty. Another person might have tried to wriggle out of it, but she did not. “I believe it’s our civic duty to serve,” she told me. At the Manhattan Criminal Courthouse, at 100 Centre Street, she sat among the prospective jurors, answering questions during the screening process known as voir dire.
Cruel Compendium #65 š

Dec 13, 2023 | cruelsummerbookclub.substack.com | Jillian Anthony |Maggie Smith |Jennifer Gonnerman |Julie Gerstein

Thank you to everyone who already responded!ICYMI: Last week I shared my transparent, by-the-numbers Freelance Year in Review! Thanks to all of you who had a positive reaction to this leap of faith!On to the links!I had logged in to the savings account I shared with my husband to discover that half of the savings had been withdrawn in one chunk, right after the last big argument my husband and I had. I called him, and Iāll never forget what he said: His lawyer had recommended it.
What Happens to a School Shooter’s Sister?

Nov 26, 2023 | newyorker.com | Jennifer Gonnerman

On May 21, 1998, before places like Columbine and Newtown and Parkland had become part of the American vernacular, Kristin Kinkel received a phone call. At the time, she was twenty-one and a student at Hawaii Pacific University, in Honolulu. She had a scholarship for competitive cheerleading—she was an expert tumbler and flyer—and she lived with some of her teammates in a modest rental house they called Cheer Palace.