Analysis Of Tom Robinson 's ' The Night ' Essay
The session starts and I focus on the words that others were speaking. I gathered my thoughts and rose from my chair beside Tom Robinson. He is an honest man, though he looks rough to the white folks. There is still a possibility we will win this case. As I stand, I nod to Tom Robinson.
“Did you ever call a doctor, Sheriff? Through all this rushing and sorts, did anybody ever call a doctor?” I lifted an eyebrow and watched Tate lift his head.
“Surely if Mayella Ewell was in such serious condition, they would have called a doctor.” The injuries they have described sound rather serious, yet for some reason, I doubt that got Mr. Ewell’s attention.
“No sir.” Mr. Tate answers my question. My gaze goes back to Heck.
“Didn’t call a Doctor?” I hear mumbling behind me between the white folk. They are confused, obviously. I can help them understand, that is what I am here for.
“Why not?” I ask Heck. Judge Taylor looked up from his fingers. “Well, I can tell you why, Mr. Finch. It wasn’t necessary. She was…