To Kill a Mockingbird
Juan C. Cabello Curiel
English II / Period 3
Mrs. Pavey
To Kill a Mockingbird Empathic Essay
Nigger lovers, nigger lovers everywhere. As I walk to the damn courthouse it is all I see. They’re everywhere and they just stare at me as if I was the most horrible person in this town! I took a large sip of whiskey while I watched my daughter Mayella enter the courthouse long before me. I really just don’t understand why I even have to go through this entire nightmare. People need to just don’t give a damn ‘bout this goddamn nigger and throw him in jail. I can see that nigger lover walking across the street, telling’ good morning to every old folk he comes along with. He is the real bad guy, not, me, like most people think. Defending niggers must be a sin! I don’t see why people admire Atticus so much. Wearing nice clothes every damn day isn’t everything on a person. I just hate that nigger lover so dam much. When I walked up to the courthouse and threw my now empty bottle of whiskey away, I felt strangers staring at me like if they every damn thing ‘bout me. I paid no attention, like the gentleman I am and got to my seat, next to Mayella.
As I sat down and court started, Heck Tate got up to testify. I can say he was dressed pretty nice for the occasion. Not that I cared. Wearing an ordinary business suit just made him look like every other man in this goddamn town. He was sitting forward in the witness chair with his hands between his knees. I could tell he was trying’ to stay focused and listen to the solicitor. I was paying good attention at what he had to say, making sure he didn’t lie ‘bout me. He told the jury I went in to his office one day, very excited, which I did, and told him that some nigger had raped my girl. That’s damn right, Tom Robinson raped my daughter. Heck Tate said that he came to my house and found Mayella lying on the ground in the room to the right as you go in from the front door. I remember her well beat up. That nigger will pay for
English II / Period 3
Mrs. Pavey
To Kill a Mockingbird Empathic Essay
Nigger lovers, nigger lovers everywhere. As I walk to the damn courthouse it is all I see. They’re everywhere and they just stare at me as if I was the most horrible person in this town! I took a large sip of whiskey while I watched my daughter Mayella enter the courthouse long before me. I really just don’t understand why I even have to go through this entire nightmare. People need to just don’t give a damn ‘bout this goddamn nigger and throw him in jail. I can see that nigger lover walking across the street, telling’ good morning to every old folk he comes along with. He is the real bad guy, not, me, like most people think. Defending niggers must be a sin! I don’t see why people admire Atticus so much. Wearing nice clothes every damn day isn’t everything on a person. I just hate that nigger lover so dam much. When I walked up to the courthouse and threw my now empty bottle of whiskey away, I felt strangers staring at me like if they every damn thing ‘bout me. I paid no attention, like the gentleman I am and got to my seat, next to Mayella.
As I sat down and court started, Heck Tate got up to testify. I can say he was dressed pretty nice for the occasion. Not that I cared. Wearing an ordinary business suit just made him look like every other man in this goddamn town. He was sitting forward in the witness chair with his hands between his knees. I could tell he was trying’ to stay focused and listen to the solicitor. I was paying good attention at what he had to say, making sure he didn’t lie ‘bout me. He told the jury I went in to his office one day, very excited, which I did, and told him that some nigger had raped my girl. That’s damn right, Tom Robinson raped my daughter. Heck Tate said that he came to my house and found Mayella lying on the ground in the room to the right as you go in from the front door. I remember her well beat up. That nigger will pay for