Atticus Finch How To Kill A Mockingbird Response

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This text is adapted from How to kill a mockingbird situated in the 1930s in Maycomb County, rural Alabama, United States. A black man is being charged of raping and beating up a young girl, and the father of the protagonist, Atticus Finch, is in charge of defending him. I will be introducing a new character, the son of one of the farmers who is asked to join the jury. He is from town and so is much more educated and open minded than the rest of the jury. The end of the court is recounted from his point of view, and it ends with his reaction to the amount of racism surrounding him. I knew this was very important for Pa. He absolutely despised Atticus and cursed the ground he walked upon. What made it worse was the case Atticus was defending: …show more content…

A chance to see the mighty Atticus fail in desperation. Who’d he think he is, defending scum like that excuse of a man. Jacob, you comin’ with me you are, we need more witnesses! Let us see how far he gets before tripping on his own ego.’ I willingly followed my Pa, unsure of how the events would unfold. Although I know little about Maycomb County, it was worth seeing whether this court would go far. I was sitting on the jury bench, next to Pa, and Atticus was facing us, finishing his speech. The heat was suffocating, everyone was fanning themselves or removing sweat from their brow. What had fascinated me was that every single chair was occupied with all kinds of people. I knew I stood out from the crowd of farmers, with their battered sunburnt faces and lanky frames. My black slacks and button down shirt stuck to my skin, compared to my Pa’s flat cap and overalls. ‘Thomas Jefferson once said that all men are created equal…’ At that I could hear my Pa grumble. He turned to me and whispered in my ear. ‘Do you hear him, son? He has nothin’ in his head, nothin’. How could they let a lawyer in like that, huh?’ He continued grumbling to himself, and I realised I had missed half of Atticus’ …show more content…

I knew exactly what the result would be, and even I, an educated towns-folk, had not much say in the decision. ‘This is a waste of our time, folk. We all know he’s guilty.’ Said one farmer. ‘Ai, ai, Atticus can’t get far with this one’ ‘Disgusting, the way he talked to Miss Mayella’ They were all nodding and agreeing with each other. I, on the other hand, just stood and watched. Atticus had been very convincing, and anyone in their right mind knew he was right. I flinched. Maybe I should say something. I looked at Pa, thinking he would probably disown me if I did. I knew I could never convince them all, but I could ask questions. I cleared my voice, waiting for them to look at me. ‘How do you think Tom hit her with his left arm?’ They all looked at me in confusion. There was a moment of silence before one sweaty faced farmer spoke up. I could feel Pa’s eyes digging into me. ‘He can easily hit with his left, young man, he a strong man. Poor Mayella must have really felt the blow.’ They all nodded and continued discussing today’s events. After that, I left. The close-mindedness was suffocating me, and it was painful to watch. I prayed for Tom Robinson’s family, and for Atticus, the only decent white man in that court

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