It's a sad day for any man when he can't win 'cause of how he was born. I ain't feelin' no contempt toward the Ewell's, I realize they just ain't smart enough to do anything else. I don't mind that Mr. Gilmer ain't stoppin' to think past my skin, he was raised not to know any better. And the whole jury, why I know they ain't gonna side with Mr. Finch, no matter what evidence he brought in, but like everyone else, they were raised to see things in black and white. I just hope that they can open up their eyes, see not what I nor the Ewells nor anyone else looks like, but how they act. God bless Mr. Finch for seeing past our differences and helping me. He's actually trying to help me, actually trying to win the case for me and I will never be able to thank him enough. even if I lose the case, even if they put together a lynch mob and hang me from my house, I will never, ever thank Mr. Finch enough for what he has done, for I owe him my life. I may never see Helen again, I may never see my three beautiful children again, but I know that good people like Mr. Finch and Mr. Link Deas, who both stood up for me in court, will not let them sink to the bottom. Considering all that, I have to say it was a good life, ended with a punishment for a crime I didn't do.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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