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“You said he ‘got you around the neck cussing and saying dirt’—is thatright?”“‘t’s right.”Atticus’s memory had suddenly become accurate. “You say ‘he caught meand choked me and took advantage of me’—is that right?”“That’s what I said.”“Do you remember him beating you about the face?”The witness hesitated.“You seem sure enough that he choked you. All this time you were fightingback, remember? You ‘kicked and hollered as loud as you could.’ Do youremember him beating you about the face?”Mayella was silent. She seemed to be trying to get something clear to herself.I thought for a moment she was doing Mr. Heck Tate’s and my trick ofpretending there was a person in front of us. She glanced at Mr. Gilmer.“It’s an easy question, Miss Mayella, so I’ll try again. Do you remember himbeating you about the face?” Atticus’s voice had lost its comfortableness; he wasspeaking in his arid, detached professional voice. “Do you remember himbeating you about the face?”“No, I don’t recollect if he hit me. I mean yes I do, he hit me.”“Was your last sentence your answer?”“Huh? Yes, he hit—I just don’t remember, I just don’t remember . . . it allhappened so quick.”Judge Taylor looked sternly at Mayella. “Don’t you cry, young woman—” hebegan, but Atticus said, “Let her cry if she wants to, Judge. We’ve got all thetime in the world.”Mayella sniffed wrathfully and looked at Atticus. “I’ll answer any questionyou got—get me up here an‘ mock me, will you? I’ll answer any question yougot—”“That’s fine,” said Atticus. “There’re only a few more. Miss Mayella, not tobe tedious, you’ve testified that the defendant hit you, grabbed you around theneck, choked you, and took advantage of you. I want you to be sure you have theright man. Will you identify the man who raped you?”“I will, that’s him right yonder.”Atticus turned to the defendant. “Tom, stand up. Let Miss Mayella have a
good long look at you. Is this the man, Miss Mayella?”Tom Robinson’s powerful shoulders rippled under his thin shirt. He rose tohis feet and stood with his right hand on the back of his chair. He looked oddlyoff balance, but it was not from the way he was standing. His left arm was fullytwelve inches shorter than his right, and hung dead at his side. It ended in a smallshriveled hand, and from as far away as the balcony I could see that it was nouse to him.“Scout,” breathed Jem. “Scout, look! Reverend, he’s crippled!”Reverend Sykes leaned across me and whispered to Jem. “He got it caught ina cotton gin, caught it in Mr. Dolphus Raymond’s cotton gin when he was a boy. . . like to bled to death . . . tore all the muscles loose from his bones—”Atticus said, “Is this the man who raped you?”“It most certainly is.”Atticus’s next question was one word long. “How?”Mayella was raging. “I don’t know how he done it, but he done it—I said it allhappened so fast I—”“Now let’s consider this calmly—” began Atticus, but Mr. Gilmer interruptedwith an objection: he was not irrelevant or immaterial, but Atticus wasbrowbeating the witness.Judge Taylor laughed outright. “Oh sit down, Horace, he’s doing nothing ofthe sort. If anything, the witness’s browbeating Atticus.”Judge Taylor was the only person in the courtroom who laughed. Even thebabies were still, and I suddenly wondered if they had been smothered at theirmothers’ breasts.“Now,” said Atticus, “Miss Mayella, you’ve testified that the defendantchoked and beat you—you didn’t say that he sneaked up behind you andknocked you cold, but you turned around and there he was—” Atticus was backbehind his table, and he emphasized his words by tapping his knuckles on it. “—do you wish to reconsider any of your testimony?”“You want me to say something that didn’t happen?”“No ma’am, I want you to say something that did happen. Tell us once more,please, what happened?”“I told’ja what happened.”“You testified that you turned around and there he was. He choked you then?”
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good long look at you. Is this the man, Miss Mayella?”
Tom Robinson’s powerful shoulders rippled under his thin shirt. He rose to
his feet and stood with his right hand on the back of his chair. He looked oddly
off balance, but it was not from the way he was standing. His left arm was fully
twelve inches shorter than his right, and hung dead at his side. It ended in a small
shriveled hand, and from as far away as the balcony I could see that it was no
use to him.
“Scout,” breathed Jem. “Scout, look! Reverend, he’s crippled!”
Reverend Sykes leaned across me and whispered to Jem. “He got it caught in
a cotton gin, caught it in Mr. Dolphus Raymond’s cotton gin when he was a boy
. . . like to bled to death . . . tore all the muscles loose from his bones—”
Atticus said, “Is this the man who raped you?”
“It most certainly is.”
Atticus’s next question was one word long. “How?”
Mayella was raging. “I don’t know how he done it, but he done it—I said it all
happened so fast I—”
“Now let’s consider this calmly—” began Atticus, but Mr. Gilmer interrupted
with an objection: he was not irrelevant or immaterial, but Atticus was
browbeating the witness.
Judge Taylor laughed outright. “Oh sit down, Horace, he’s doing nothing of
the sort. If anything, the witness’s browbeating Atticus.”
Judge Taylor was the only person in the courtroom who laughed. Even the
babies were still, and I suddenly wondered if they had been smothered at their
mothers’ breasts.
“Now,” said Atticus, “Miss Mayella, you’ve testified that the defendant
choked and beat you—you didn’t say that he sneaked up behind you and
knocked you cold, but you turned around and there he was—” Atticus was back
behind his table, and he emphasized his words by tapping his knuckles on it. “—
do you wish to reconsider any of your testimony?”
“You want me to say something that didn’t happen?”
“No ma’am, I want you to say something that did happen. Tell us once more,
please, what happened?”
“I told’ja what happened.”
“You testified that you turned around and there he was. He choked you then?”
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