“Ain’t it a long time?” Scout asked me as we were waiting for the Jury to come to a verdict. “Sure is, Scout,” I said happily because I knew when it took a long time for jurors to make a decision that they were putting the evidence into consideration. I knew that they would prove him innocent Atticus gave the Jurors no reason to think other wise. Mayella’s testimony didn’t match up with the facts. “This court will come to order” Mr. Tate said as everyone’s heads jerked up. He left the room and returned with Tom Robinson. As I watched the Jury make it’s way back in the court room I noticed that not one of the Jurors made eye contact with Tom Robinson, being a lawyers son I know that means that Tom Robinson most likely had been convicted.
Tom being convicted doesn’t make sense because of all the evidence Atticus produced saying that Tom Robinson couldn’t have bruised the right side of Mayella’s face. In order to bruise the right side of her face he would have had to lead with his left hand and Tom Robinson’s left hand is useless due to an old accident. On the other hand, Mr. Ewell leads with his left. I gripped the balcony rail as hard as I could as Judge Taylor started polling the Jury. “Guilty, guilty, guilty,” the judge read. I gripped the railing harder and harder and jerked my shoulders back as if I was getting stabbed with each conviction. It felt as if my whole perception of the world had changed with that one word. Each time he read Tom’s conviction my mind traveled to the obvious inconsistencies in Mayella’s testimony, “why would she lie?” When the Judge was done talking Atticus stood up, put on his coat and quickly made his way to the south door. I made my way through the crowd angrily as tears rushed down my hot face. I couldn’t understand how they could do this and why. “This isn’t right,” I muttered over and over, all the way to the corner of the square where Atticus was waiting.