“Nobody’s moved, hardly,” said Jem. “They moved around some when the jury went out,” said Reverend Sykes.
The menfolk down there got the womenfolk their suppers, and they fed their babies.
“How long have they been out?” asked Jem.‘bout thirty minutes. Mr. Finch and Mr. Gilmer did some more talkin’, and Judge Taylor charged the jury.”
“How was he?” asked Jem. “What say? Oh, he did right well. I ain’t complainin’ one bit—he was mighty fair-minded.
He sorta said if you believe this, then you’ll have to return one verdict,
but if you believe this, you’ll have to return another one. I thought he was leanin’ a little to our side—”
Reverend Sykes scratched his head. Jem smiled. “He’s not supposed to lean, Reverend, but don’t fret, we’ve won it,” he said wisely.
Don’t see how any jury could convict on what we heard—
Now don’t you be so confident, Mr. Jem, I ain’t ever seen any jury decide in favor of a colored man over a white man…
But Jem took exception to Reverend Sykes, and we were subjected to a lengthy review of the evidence
with Jem’s ideas on the law regarding rape: it wasn’t rape if she let you, but she had to be eighteen—
in Alabama, that is—and Mayella was nineteen. Apparently you had to kick and holler,
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