“Guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty…”.
Those were the words that came out of Mr. Tate’s mouth. My heart sank and eyes started to water up. I grabbed the armrest of the chair tightly with my good right hand. I could feel the teardrops rolling off my cheeks onto the floor below. I could hear Helen up on the balcony starting to sob. Oh, how it broke my heart to make my wife cry and to leave my three kids behind while I stay behind bars.I knew this would happen, but I had hoped that for just once an innocent, hard working black man would win the favor of the jury. I recognize the kinds of folks sitting on the jury, most were the types of folks that didn’t get along with us black folks. But why did it take them so long to come up with a results that was going to happen either way. I know them folks don't usually always agree with each other, but when it comes to things …show more content…
Even if the man is guilty or not, as long as the fella is colored they'll come up with quick solution to deal with him. Just because I'm black they think that I had touched that girl in unsacred ways. I told the judge that I wouldn’t ever dare touch an innocent girl like her. I walked past her house every single day and never did I ever once think about doing that lady wrong. I greeted her every morning and went on my way to Mr. Deas’s farm. Sometimes I would help her with a few chores but that was as close as I would ever get to the girl. I knew who her father was, one of the meanest man in Maycomb County I had heard over time. I always knew that if he ever saw me on his property, he’d try to get me into trouble or mess with me, that’s why I always tried to help Mayella real quick and leave. Even though I didn’t touch the young lady, I do really feel sorry for her, have to be beaten by her own father just because of something that involved me. Even if I tried to do that lady wrong, I wouldn’t be able to because I only got one good arm. That’s when Atticus got up,
Those were the words that came out of Mr. Tate’s mouth. My heart sank and eyes started to water up. I grabbed the armrest of the chair tightly with my good right hand. I could feel the teardrops rolling off my cheeks onto the floor below. I could hear Helen up on the balcony starting to sob. Oh, how it broke my heart to make my wife cry and to leave my three kids behind while I stay behind bars.I knew this would happen, but I had hoped that for just once an innocent, hard working black man would win the favor of the jury. I recognize the kinds of folks sitting on the jury, most were the types of folks that didn’t get along with us black folks. But why did it take them so long to come up with a results that was going to happen either way. I know them folks don't usually always agree with each other, but when it comes to things …show more content…
Even if the man is guilty or not, as long as the fella is colored they'll come up with quick solution to deal with him. Just because I'm black they think that I had touched that girl in unsacred ways. I told the judge that I wouldn’t ever dare touch an innocent girl like her. I walked past her house every single day and never did I ever once think about doing that lady wrong. I greeted her every morning and went on my way to Mr. Deas’s farm. Sometimes I would help her with a few chores but that was as close as I would ever get to the girl. I knew who her father was, one of the meanest man in Maycomb County I had heard over time. I always knew that if he ever saw me on his property, he’d try to get me into trouble or mess with me, that’s why I always tried to help Mayella real quick and leave. Even though I didn’t touch the young lady, I do really feel sorry for her, have to be beaten by her own father just because of something that involved me. Even if I tried to do that lady wrong, I wouldn’t be able to because I only got one good arm. That’s when Atticus got up,