My name is Tom Robinson. I lived on the outskirts of Maycomb Country with my wife Helen and my children. I worked on Mr. Link Deas's farm as a laborer. He hired me even though I'm black and have a lame arm; he is a very kind man. Every day on my way to work I passed the Ewells' house. They are a white family that lived near the landfill. Sometimes I would stop by and help the eldest daughter, Mayella, with some yard work. None of her younger brothers or sisters seem to help her, so I liked helping her. I just thought it was the right thing for me to do, plus, I felt sorry for her. One day Mayella says she has something for me to do around the house. But there were none of the children around and I got worried. When Mayella closed the door behind me and started kissing me, I knew I was in trouble. I started pushing her away when her father, Bob, saw us from the window. Then I knew I was in trouble, even though it wasn't my fault, I was still black and it would be my fault if someone caught me. When he opened the door, I started running. I don't know if Mayella was beaten by her father, but I just knew I had to run. I ran all the way home, fast as lightning. I told Helen everything and she said everything would be fine. But Mr. Ewell had already called Mr. Heck Tate, the sheriff, and told him that I had raped and beaten Mayella. I knew I could be killed on this charge and I was really nervous. I wondered why everyone believed Mr. Ewell's lies. I couldn't have hit Mayella, I only have one good arm! The other one was blown to pieces in a cotton gin when I was a kid. But when they assigned Atticus Finch to be my trial lawyer, I put my soul at rest. Mr. Finch would take care of me no matter what he said. But the people in the city were shocked. They said that Mr.