Journal 7 chapter 20-24 Perspective of Atticus

Everyone sits as I begin my closing statement giving it all I got. I tried to think of the many things that were said during the court case so that I could use it. I explained that Tom was not guilty in many different shapes and forms. I was finishing going over the evidence of the case, but now it was time to make a more personal appeal to those in the jury. I then stopped and made some obscure gesture. I unbuttoned my vest and collar, took of my coat setting it on my briefcase and loosened my hands with my nervous hands. I turned to the jury with my hands in my pockets and began to speak. As I spoke I walked up and down the jury, with my leather shoes scraping the floor. Every now and then I would look at my feet and the look up to see many faces. As I spoke to the jury it wasn't stern it was nice, easy I talked to them as if we were not in court. I was wrapping my closing statement. I really wanted the jury to think over everything that had happened today and see all the things we have discovered during the case. important evidence that it was not Tom Robinson. I said to the jury " Gentlemen, I shall be brief, but I would like to use my remaining time with you to remind you that this case is not a difficult one, it requires no minute sifting of complicated facts, but it does require you to be sure beyond all reasonable doubt as to the guilt of the defendant. To begin with, this case should never have come to trial.This case is as simple as black and white." As I had said this I looked around as I was not only talking to the jury, but the people outside the jury. I spoke once more of what had gone on. I declared that Tom Robinson was not guilty, but someone in this court room was. I began to trace back everything and make another speech. I wanted everyone to see the truth. I did not want to see a helpless man suffer. So I began and looked at everyone for attention. "I have nothing but pity in my heart for the chief witness for the state, but my pity does not expand so far as to her putting a man's life at stake, which she has done in an effort to get rid of her own guilt. As I paused I couldn't help but to keep going. Everything was racing through my head, I read out loud everything that came flowing around in my mind. I new that it was my job to protect and serve this man at the time and that I could not let him down. And at that time I wasn't going to. I was sustain, I had to keep going and keep this man living. I thought to myself. "I say guilt, gentlemen, because it was guilt that motivated her. She has committed no crime, she has merely broken a rigid and time-honored code of our society, a code so severe that whoever breaks it is hounded from our mists as unfit to live with. She is the victim of cruel poverty and ignorance, but I cannot pity her: she is white. .............. She did something every child has done-she tried to put the evidence of her offence away from her............ What evidence of offence? Tom Robinson. Tom Robinson was her daily reminder of what she did. What did she do? She tempted a negro." I went on a little longer until I was finished, and cleaned my glasses with the handkerchief I slipped out from my pocket. I sat down. My mouth was dry so I had a drink, I sipped slowly and turned to Mr. Tom Robinson. I then looked at the the lying hypocrite named Mayella. She was a liar and I new that she believed in something different. I was trying to be inevitable because I new her story was wrong. There was another story. I got up one last time to change any minds that Tom was guilty. In my mind I was apprehensive that Tom would lose. As I finished I muttered under my breath "In the name of God, do your duty."