“... Robert E. Lee Ewell!”(227) The clerk said loudly. I Stand up slowly and confident. I was ready to take that black man out of my life. As I am heading over to take my oath, I thought of what type of man would defend a black person. Atticus ain't going to be able to convince anyone else that a black person would be considered not guilty. I ain't worried, he ain't no hero. I ain't going to say I was not worried. I felt my whole body becoming hotter and hotter every step I took. Inside the court felt like a I was inside a furnace. My neck was brights red and droplets of sweat running down my back. Under my breath I whispered “-so help me God.”(227) I do not want to talk to no traitors. They would rather defend a black person than support me and my daughter. “Mr. Robert Ewell?”(229) asked Mr. Gilmer. “That's m’name, cap’n,”(229) I replied. It began, all the questions came at me. Even though I was nervous I needed to stay calm. If I say one thing wrong it can be used against me. I ain’t going to mess up because I ain’t going to let no black person get away with this.
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Anger and humiliation grew inside me that makes me hate Atticus even more. The Judge caught on to what he was doing faster than I could imagine. Atticus is sneaker than I thought he would be. More sweat started to drip down my neck and back. The room felt humid and was hard to breath in. That was Atticus’s last question so I got to leave. I stood up slowly and calm and walked down the aisle. I felt everyones eyes looking at me. I thought to myself, can Atticus actually convince these people? I started to build up all the anger and hatred towards Atticus. I began to walk out to get some fresh air. My daughter is now getting called up. She knows better than to say I physically hurt her. I got back in the courtroom and see my daughter getting badgered. Atticus is too clever and has his ways with words that make people think twice before
Anger and humiliation grew inside me that makes me hate Atticus even more. The Judge caught on to what he was doing faster than I could imagine. Atticus is sneaker than I thought he would be. More sweat started to drip down my neck and back. The room felt humid and was hard to breath in. That was Atticus’s last question so I got to leave. I stood up slowly and calm and walked down the aisle. I felt everyones eyes looking at me. I thought to myself, can Atticus actually convince these people? I started to build up all the anger and hatred towards Atticus. I began to walk out to get some fresh air. My daughter is now getting called up. She knows better than to say I physically hurt her. I got back in the courtroom and see my daughter getting badgered. Atticus is too clever and has his ways with words that make people think twice before