Atticus Finch Fair Trial

Atticus Finch, the best lawyer in Maycomb, was sitting nervously in his chair as he waited for the town Judge to arrive in court. Tom Robinson, Atticus’ client was sitting next to him, equally angry as he was scared. “They can’t send me to jail, just because of rumors” he thought “ I really can’t, just because I’m colored don’t mean they can send me to jail, and now my lawyer is a white man and is nearly here for the pay out!” A snarled look came to his face. Atticus saw this gesture and shuddered in discouragement. Atticus was always a true believer in justice for all, feeling everyone should have a fair trial. He was one of the most loved lawyers in Maycomb, that is, before he sided with a black man, over a white. He honestly believed him when he said he didn’t do it. He looked at the townspeople and jury, anger and hatred for Tom and Atticus peered onto their faces. “ Calm” Atticus whispered “they’ll get their own soon Tom, but I know you didn’t do it, and I fought for your rights.” Tom smiled “It’s okay, Mr. Atticus, you did your best, maybe my children will grow up in a better, less racist place” Atticus saw the
Here he was thinking the well groomed lawyer was siding with him merely for the pay to come, but this opened something else for him. “ Mr. Atticus, sir” said Tom, “Even though I’m probably off to jail, I want you know you did your best, and if I ever get out. I’ll remember you, sir.” Atticus smiled gingerly “It was my honor, sir” The doors thundered open, and the court room fell quiet. After hearing both sides of the story, the judge ruled guilty, and sentenced to life in jail. Tom handed Atticus a strange looking lockette. “Give this to my wife, she’ll need it, and thank you again, Atticus” Tears stinged Atticus’ eyes. “You’re welcome sir, and I will, I promise.” And like that, the police came in and took Tom Robinson away, and with him, a piece of Atticus’ nice, kindly, warm-hearted