It’s frustrating to say the least knowing that I have no chance of winning this trial. I am very grateful for Mr. Finch's choice to help me and it means everything knowing that there is at least one person that believes me. Being a black man in this trial changes everything. I’m sure that if I were a white man or she was a black woman we wouldn’t even be in this court room right now. She continues to sit there and lie to save her father when she is throwing me away. She had planned that day at her house. Spent all year saving to send the kids off and yet she so easily turned on me to save herself. Such a selfish child worried only about her and her father getting off easily not the man she’s putting in jail. I enrages me if I think about it for too long but there is nothing I can do to fix it. My last hope is for Atticus to make miracles possible and change the jury’s mind.