Diary Entry 3
June 28th
Dear Diary,
Today could’ve possibly been the worst day of my life. After many long, excruciatin’, drawn out hours of work put in by Atticus for the jury to declare Tom Robinson’s innocence, the jury declared Tom guilty tonight. As you can probably expect, Jem and I were completely appalled, Jem even started to cry. He said that ‘”It ain’t right.’” I think the verdict hit Jem the hardest though. I think this ‘cause he was just so sure that we would win, but as Atticus put it, ‘”They’ve done it before and they did it tonight and they’ll do it again…’” He was talkin’ ‘bout how even though most of the people in the courtroom knew that Tom was innocent, the jury still declared him guilty just because of his race. I was almost as sure that we were going to win at as Jem was, I mean Atticus practically tore Mayella Ewell apart on that stage, everyone knew she was lyin’. Plus, with Tom’s arm being in the condition that it’s in, I thought surely that we had won the jury over. I guess this is just another example of how an African American will never win against jurors that are all white. Atticus did say that the case would be appealed, and when it was taken to a higher court, we would have a good chance at winning, which I guess is a good thing. Anyways, I still can’t believe the decision that was made today.
October 27th
Dear Diary,
Tonight one of my dreams came true, but like everything in life nothing comes without a price Jem and I were on our way home from the Maycomb pageant that I was just in as ham. It was late at night and there was no moon in the sky. We were walking across the school yard trying to get home. This was very difficult because we couldn’t see a thing. We were about half way through the school yard when I realized I had left my shoes back stage we were going to go get them when the lights to the auditorium went off so Jem said we could get them tomorrow. We were makin’ our way across the school yard to the the street when Jem thought he heard a noise behind them. We though it must have been Cecil Jacobs trying to scare us like he had on our way to the auditorium, so we didn’t think much about it. Then we continued to hear the noise so we shouted at the person that we thought was Cecil. When we got no response and the person started runnin’ towards us we took off. The man caught up to us and grabbed me and started trying to squeeze me to death. Then someone who I think was Jem hit the man and he released me. I could hear scuffling between the two individuals, and when I called Jem’s name I got no response. By then I could tell there was a fourth person in this fight, but I had no idea who it was. Then an adult got up and walked toward the street leaving me there and someone else on the ground. I was feeling around with my feet until I hit the man and I could tell it wasn’t Jem because of the scruff on his face. I then ran into the street where I saw the man with Jem on one shoulder walking towards my house. I didn’t know who he was until we got to the light of our front porch; it was then when I realized the man who saved us was Boo Radley.
Dear Diary,
Today could’ve possibly been the worst day of my life. After many long, excruciatin’, drawn out hours of work put in by Atticus for the jury to declare Tom Robinson’s innocence, the jury declared Tom guilty tonight. As you can probably expect, Jem and I were completely appalled, Jem even started to cry. He said that ‘”It ain’t right.’” I think the verdict hit Jem the hardest though. I think this ‘cause he was just so sure that we would win, but as Atticus put it, ‘”They’ve done it before and they did it tonight and they’ll do it again…’” He was talkin’ ‘bout how even though most of the people in the courtroom knew that Tom was innocent, the jury still declared him guilty just because of his race. I was almost as sure that we were going to win at as Jem was, I mean Atticus practically tore Mayella Ewell apart on that stage, everyone knew she was lyin’. Plus, with Tom’s arm being in the condition that it’s in, I thought surely that we had won the jury over. I guess this is just another example of how an African American will never win against jurors that are all white. Atticus did say that the case would be appealed, and when it was taken to a higher court, we would have a good chance at winning, which I guess is a good thing. Anyways, I still can’t believe the decision that was made today.
October 27th
Dear Diary,
Tonight one of my dreams came true, but like everything in life nothing comes without a price Jem and I were on our way home from the Maycomb pageant that I was just in as ham. It was late at night and there was no moon in the sky. We were walking across the school yard trying to get home. This was very difficult because we couldn’t see a thing. We were about half way through the school yard when I realized I had left my shoes back stage we were going to go get them when the lights to the auditorium went off so Jem said we could get them tomorrow. We were makin’ our way across the school yard to the the street when Jem thought he heard a noise behind them. We though it must have been Cecil Jacobs trying to scare us like he had on our way to the auditorium, so we didn’t think much about it. Then we continued to hear the noise so we shouted at the person that we thought was Cecil. When we got no response and the person started runnin’ towards us we took off. The man caught up to us and grabbed me and started trying to squeeze me to death. Then someone who I think was Jem hit the man and he released me. I could hear scuffling between the two individuals, and when I called Jem’s name I got no response. By then I could tell there was a fourth person in this fight, but I had no idea who it was. Then an adult got up and walked toward the street leaving me there and someone else on the ground. I was feeling around with my feet until I hit the man and I could tell it wasn’t Jem because of the scruff on his face. I then ran into the street where I saw the man with Jem on one shoulder walking towards my house. I didn’t know who he was until we got to the light of our front porch; it was then when I realized the man who saved us was Boo Radley.