Analysis Of Mr. Ewell

As the jury sat down with a stern expression, murmurs began to erupt inside the room. I tried my best to stay calm but in the back of my mind I kept convincing myself that I’ll be named guilty, even though I was only helping Mrs. Ewell. I took a quick glimpse of Mr.Ewell and his face was filled with disgust, and hatred. His glaring eyes felt like torches on my back while Mr. Finch was twiddling his fingers trying his best to remain calm. If only I wasn’t a colored folk this would’ve ended a long time ago, however I’m never ashamed that I am black and am proud even if racism tries to knock me down.

“Have you reached an agreement.” The judge said slowly.
“Your honor, we have testified that the defendant Tom Robinson is innocent.” The entire
An african american actually won a trial with the help of a white man. Mr.Finch turned at me and shook my hand as he walked out with two small children by his side. Deep down I felt like this was far from over. The trial had ended but not Mr.Ewell. “He’ll be coming after for me.”
I kept this thought in my head for quite a while because I indeed know it’s true. The way he stares at my family makes us feel completely vulnerable. Just about then Mr.Ewell walked past me while spitting onto my shoe. As much as I wanted to do the same, I kept it in and tried to ignore it. I got a ride from my ma not able drive very nice on my own.
We all sat down and discussed how we should show our gratitude towards the Finch’s by giving them some of our food since it’s the only thing we have. I stared blankly at the window with so many thoughts running through my head, only to see a shadow figure outside of the house. It must be Mr.Ewell, it has to be. I could hear whoever this person was walking towards the door. I quickly ran back and asked everyone to go upstairs and they did without question, as if they knew what was
I went back inside and I thought about Mr. Finch’s advice for quite some time. Even though Mr.Ewell wasn’t anywhere near here, it was as if his presence was taunting me, trying to drive me insane. I imagine him lighting his cigarette with his snarky frown and his thick trench coat. My body to shake just thinking about him. I started to cradle myself into a little ball ‘till my eyes turned heavy and eventually falling asleep. Next day I woke up early to go to work. I took the long way there avoiding myself from the Ewell’s. Everything felt much different ever since I was named innocent. People in the court believed I was innocent but most people in the community didn’t see it that way. After I came back my wife and son were fatigued from all of the hate from the community. I knew Mr. Finch’s advice would linger inside me and it has, distracting me from everything I do. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to talk to Mr. Finch about this. I approach the doorstep of the Finch’s and knock twice. No answer. I knock again, no answer. For the third straight time I begin to knock again ‘till the door opened, and I could see Calpurnia and Mr. Finch’s