Today I was given a case with a coloured man named Tom Robinson. I might have shown a little hesitation in accepting this case, but I knew what I had to do. I have no problems with coloured people, but I knew what the consequences would be. I knew how people would treat me, talk to me, or talk about me. I couldn’t deny this man just because of his colour. I know what is right and what is not. I’m not as scared as I thought I may be, but who I am scared for is my children. I don’t want the things that I have to do, to affect them. I don’t want people talking badly about them or too them because I’m doing what is needed to be done. I don’t think they really understand the problem with it, even though it’s around them every single day of their lives. They don’t realize that it’s racist and not acceptable, but I’m trying to help them understand as new issues come up. People in this town or country for that matter don’t have any morals. Although everyone in this town is against coloured people, I will never understand it. I have my doubts about the case. I know Tom is innocent, but no one will believe it, he’s coloured. They will all just avoid the truth. In my opinion, I don’t see a point to even having a case, but I will do my best to prove this kind man innocent.
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| This is just a picture of my children (Jem left, Scout right) |
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