Writing Inspired by To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee

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I can only say that no one person has felt my pain, frustration and fear. The moment I walked into that courtroom I was dead. Mr. Finch has done his job and that is it, nothing else can be said. Now as I sit here and listen his words only go in and out, in and out like the line of a fair ride. All I can do is think, think of what it was like to sit in a room knowing my fate.......

When I walked into that room I could hear every word said. It was like a school room, nothing but talk and talk and more talk. I could feel the eyes of a foreign body examining my every curve, not missing a wrinkle or bump. Even when I set down I could feel eyes and the feeling only got worse. To think that I would end up in a courtroom of all places and worse of all be the one sitting in a chair that I thought that I would only see, that is the chair of the man who is lucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Even though I wanted to hear what was to be said I knew it would only be lies, that was the real reason everyone was here. Lies created the trial and the only truth will come from me. Why tell a lye before you see god? It is no use, if you are going to die you might as well bear it all because in my case the results are all the same. I can only blink out and stay true. " Mayella Ewell"

I looked up and it was only what I could have imaged, tears and confusion. It would have been nice to know that the girl was so lonely and desperate, is there not a white man in this town that would take her. Why me? What did I do to get this sort of attention?

Like a mad dog, it was easy to see that she was lying. But that did not matter, all that mattered is that a black man raped a white woman. What was the point of even sitting in the...

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...t was death, my way or their way and I would rather go my way.

A voice interrupted my thoughts, It is Mr. Finch. His words are comforting but we both know the end result and that is to say another colored boy dead. Even as Mr. Finch tells me that we have a chance I can not listen because it is only fact that I am a dead man and there is no changing. I will either die by the chair or die trying to reach freedom and that is truth.

I could only nod as Mr. Finch walked out because I knew that in truth he feels just as I do, the only difference is that I am not equipped to fight this battle. This battle which is one sided and already won. All I can do is run, run and hope that I run fast enough.

" STOP", "DON'T MOVE", "What do we do, do we shot or let the police catch him", "We shoot two warning shots then we have to do our job"

"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird "

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