The angry mob - Atticus Finch
I left not too long after supper. I went down into town to stand guard in front of the Maycomb jail. Tom Robinson would have nothing but bad luck if there was nobody to watch over him. I knew there would be trouble, which is why I felt no shock at all when I saw the convoy of cars and pickup trucks coming down the street. These men were well prepared to harm someone. I closed my newspaper and pushed my hat to the back of my head. The first thing that was asked was whether or not Tom Robinson was in the jail; of course he was. Walter asked me to move aside, but I stood my ground. They had explained that they had lured Heck Tate away from town, so I was on my own. I was handling the situation well and with a calm attitude, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw Scout run up and through the crowd of men. "H-ey, Atticus!" is the first thing she said when she arrived. Along with her was Jem and Dill. Jem should have known better than to bring his little sister over there and he should have known better than to go there himself. I stood up slowly, setting my newspaper down behind me. I politely asked Jem to go home with Scout and Dill, but he refused. I asked again, and he refused again. I felt the anger rising inside of me, but I stayed calm. I told him to go home one more time, and when he refused, a man from the crowd began to lift him from his collar. That's when Scout stepped in and kicked the man. I interfered and stopped the fighting. What I saw next was the power of my daughter's innocence. Scout had spotted Mr. Cunningham in the crowd. She called out to him, but no response came back. She continued to ask questions, but no response ever came back. I noticed the shame on his face, knowing that Scout had made him realize that he shouldn't be in that crowd. He knew that he was doing the wrong thing, especially in front of a young girl. Mr. Cunningham told the group to move out. I told Tom that they were gone, and he could have some rest. That's when Mr. Underwood looked out his window with a shotgun, telling me that he had me covered the whole time. I then took Jem over by a nearby streetlight. I could see the fear in his eyes, like he was preparing for me to yell at him. I just ran my hand through his hair, telling him not to do anything like that again. "Now go and get some rest."
The fire - Boo radley
Those children think that I'm a monster. From what Nathan has told me, rumors have gone around about me - rumors explaining that I'm over six feet tall and have bloodstained hands from dining on raw cats and squirrels. I have a long scar across my face. My teeth are yellow and rotten. My eyes pop and I drool. It's amazing what kinds of rumors can spread from those who haven't even seen a thing. I had a rough childhood, with one mistake that got me here. Now, I only live here with my brother. I can leave if I want to, but what's the point if everybody is afraid of you. I'm a prisoner with nothing physical holding me back. At some point I will have to show the people of my town that I am not a monster; especially those children. My opportunity came when old Miss Maudie's house began to burn to the ground. It was a cold night. I was going to sit in my home and watch, until I saw the young girl. She was standing beside Atticus Finch, a good man with a good reputation. I figured that this was my chance. I grabbed a blanket off of the couch and walked out to the fire. Everybody was too mesmerized by the flames to even notice that I was there. I walked up behind Atticus and the girl, wrapping the blanket around her. She didn't even flinch. She was preoccupied with watching Miss Maudie's house burn down. As I looked up, Atticus turned his head towards me. He didn't say a word, only nodding his head with a slight smile on his face. I did the same. I walked back home, where I would spend the rest of the night while I watched the house crumble to the ground. Those kids are afraid of me, and I could only imagine how the girl would react if she found out that I had been right behind her, but I have to prove otherwise that I am not a monster.
The trial - Tom Robinson
A black man's word is nothing against a white man's, even if that white man is Bob Ewell, the town's outcast and disgrace. I was accused of raping Mayella Ewell, and I had told the court several times that I committed no such act. There was plenty of evidence that proved so. The fact that Mayella had bruises on the right side of her face, which could only be afflicted by a dominant left hand such as Bob Ewell's, was one defense. My left hand is completely useless after having the muscles torn in an accident when I was younger. If Mayella was truly in trouble, why didn't she scream? Why didn't she call for help? It's because it never happened. I have never respected any man more than I respect Atticus Finch. He is a man of good morals, not seeing me for my skin color but for the fact that I am a human. I respect all that he has done for me, but after the guilty verdict from the jury poured in, I don't feel that my chances are too high. My chances may even be better trying to escape from jail.
a loss of respect - Bob Ewell
Some respect is all I wanted. Some respect that would show that I am not equal to any black man or woman. If I could get a black man arrested, or even killed, I would be a town hero. I would earn my place among the ranks of the rest of the white people in this town. That didn't happen because of a man named Atticus Finch. Yes, he is a white man. But despite that, he defended Tom Robinson in that trial. I have every right to claim that Tom Robinson raped Mayella, and my word against his should have been the only thing to prove that he was guilty, and that's what happened. So what if I'm left handed? So what if Mayella didn't call for help. He was guilty. There was no proof, but my word beat his. I should have earned some respect, but those people just walked by me after the trial, either avoiding eye contact or scowling at me and my daughter, and it's all Atticus' fault. Atticus spoke to us as equals, but he went against us as if we were inferior. I will get my revenge on him and the rest of the people who went against me in the trial. That trial was my moment to earn some respect for the family name, and I will ruin the families that helped ruin mine.
"First of all," he said, "if you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you'll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view--" (Lee 39). This quote, stated by Atticus, is what this project is based off of. It poses a very important lesson, especially for Scout, who is growing up in a hateful environment. Atticus says this for the purpose of letting Scout know that you never know what someone else is going through. You don't know their past and you don't know why they do the things that they do. For years, Scout heard stories about Boo Radley being a monster. She made up her mind based on what other people told her, but never decided to find out for herself until Boo saved her life. You need to get to know someone before you finally form your opinion of them.