Journal #5
Chapters 12-14
Perspective: Atticus

These last couple of days have been hectic. Aunt Alexandra has moved in. She thinks I’m a disgrace to our family. When I saw her face with a pensive look she just reminded me of one the people who call me lover of the Negroes. She seems to be treating my kids like a peace of trash. I'm now barely noticing that she hasn't aprciated the fact that our family has provided her with food, money, and a family. Without us she would be on the streets, but she's family and I love her still. Since I have acquired the case of Tom Robinson, people throughout Maycomb have been spitting out words of hate. Anywhere I go, I see adults calling me lover of the Negroes and despite the fact that they all antagonize I just do not know what to do each day. Than again they never appreciate their life. Part of the neighborhood in Maycomb always wants to be infallible. I know that they do not want me to win this case, but once my client and I emerge victorious I shall prove a point. People should not be judged, even for their harsh mistakes they have made in the past. A few days later I leave my house to go to my office and to read over my case. I hear shouts and sorrow and smell that this riot was here for the flesh of Tom Robinson. I knew that if I lose this case the life of Tom would be in much more danger. With tomorrow being the court case I had to say what I have to say to all of the discrimanters. Throughout the night my daughter and son come out of nowhere, I told my son to leave but he wouldn’t budge. I knew that he was growing up but things are beginning to change. As we walk back I just patted his head and began to remember the happy memories of when Scout and Jem were younger and when my wife was alive.