My father --Atticus Finch-- is a lawyer (that's what I wish I could be when I grow up), I try following the stteps he tells me to take because I know he knows what he's doing, and by following his wise advices maybe I'll get to be like him someday. He is working on a case that has been tensioning and shaking up the county for the past few months. It is about a young black man called Tom Robinson accused for the rape of a white girl --Mayella Ewel.
In a type of county like Maycomb, everyone's mind will figure that the black man is guilty obviously because, in everyone's head, black are very much inferior to whites and that's what black men would do (rape). But I know he is not guilty, Atticus told me so, and I know he said the truth. The problem was convincing and showing the jury...
The day of the trial, Mr. Ewel, Mayella, and Tom gave their testimony. Mr. Ewel and Mayella's were pretty convincing, however, they was a point which the story was dulled, and made it doubtfull. For example, that how come they didn't called a doctor, that Mr. Ewel was left handed and Mayella's wounds were on her right side, and that how come that the children around hadn't heard Mayella's "scream". All this points were made by Atticus, and I was so proud! I felt that we had got the case. With all those points I was more than convinced, I was sure!
When Tom gave his testimony, everything was more convincing and pretty much self explanatory... If you though about it, Mayella being an Ewell (meaning living next to the dumpster like animals), not having a social life, and being a nineteen-year old; made it very probable that she had made up a story so that she didn't have to say that she kissed a negro. But who would believe a negro's testimony? Not this judge... Even if I felt that we had got it, I knew the veredict even before they had said it. Atticus was devastated, just like me. This wasn't fair, I could see it, why couldn't the others? They always had to have so much pride in themselves....
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