Journal #5

Journal #6

Perspective of Tom Robinson

When they came to get me from the jail house, I was scared. I had been there a while and I knew that they would pass guilty on me. I also knew that they wouldn't keep me there for ever.

“Come on Tom, time for your trial.” one of Heck's deputies hauled me roughly to my feet. He led me down and out of the jail house. The car worked and even if it didn't there was a side street we could have taken, but he led me down the main street pass all of the people, like an animal on display. All the people decided to INDULGE themselves on my suffering. All of them seemingly OBLIVIOUS, to my feelings.

I was put down in my chair to the right of the jury. I was being gazed upon by all of those disdainful eyes. The only person in the room at the moment that did not want to seem me hang was Atticus finch.

“How are you feeling to day Tom? Had quite the scare last night.” , I answered, “Yes suh, but I'll be fine.” , As Mayella and Mr. Gilmer walked in all of the safe feelings that Atticus gave me were quickly COMPLACENTLYDISPELLED. All she did was look at me with a smug look of satisfaction. As if she was happy to see me up for trial for something I most certainly did not do. I BEGRUDGED all of my friends and family that would soon be on the second floor balcony. They were all just spectators to my plight, however If I were to be up there someone else would have to be down here. No matter what someone would have to be down here. I couldn't do that to, not just my friends, but anyone, even Mayella. Well maybe Mayella. Any way me and my bum arm will just have to sit through this, just like we've sat through everything else that has happened to us.