Sunday, May 23, 2010
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Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Journal #5
Chapters 12, 13, & 14
Perspective Tom Robinson.
First Purchase is the greatest church in the world. While I was in jail, my poor wife Helen had no way of making any income, So reverend Sykes wouldn't let any body leave the church Until they had ten dollars all for her! An' my poor babies, they's is so hungry wifout me gettin' 'em any food. But thank god for that church! This week an' next week, they's is gonna gather ten dollars for Helen. An' I hear my frein' Calpernia brought Ol' Mr. Finch's Chillin to church with 'er. I always liked Mr. Finch. He's a good man, stickin' up fo' me in court. He's been sittin' with me in the jailhouse. Talking to me about his sister coming to live with him because she didn't want lil scout to grow up without a lady figure around the house. She wanted Cal to leave, But Mr. Finch Let her stay.I don't want to be here! All because of that damned Mr. Ewell! He even sent a mob of men down here to try to threaten me, possibly even to kill me! But thanks to Atticus, his daughter Scout, and Our sniper, I will live to see another day.
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Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Journal #4
Chapters 10, 11, & 12
Perspective: Mrs. Dubose
I tell this tale from up in the skies. That negro lovin' Lawyer, Finch, had to shoot a crazy dog, wandrin' the streets th' other day. I can't stand that man. He won't teach his chilin any manners. The elder, Jeremy Atticus, used his own sisters new baton to chop down my beaytiful flowers I been growing. He was sent byhis father to apologize, an begrudgingly agreed to read a little bit to me every day. He always brought his sister with him, and she just sat there as he would read, I couldn't hear him, and I decided to push the clock back farther and farther to spend as much time as I could with them, before getting my preciouse morphine. And as our days came to a close, I just didn't want them to go. But I wasn't healthy enough for this kind of thing. The final person I saw was their father. I gave him a token for young Jeremy, but the flower was the last thing I had ever touched. Let's hope they don't start loving negros like their father, they start going to places like Th black avern or First Purchase church, they might not be joining me here in heaven.
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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