To kill a mockingbird From the perspective of Tom Robinson

Dear Journal,
It’s hard for me to understand why all of those prejudice white people treat me different just cause I am black. It would have been obscure if I had won the case. I would have felt better about the white people in Maycomb maybe there not all hypocrites.In court I probably should not have said I felt bad for Mayella Ewell but I’d be lying if I said that I did not feel bad for her. She doesn’t seem to have much of a life. What she’s done to me is shameful but it’s hard not to pitty her because I’m not sure if her father was forcing her to lie. I think she wanted someone to love but she wasn’t sure what love was or how to get it. That’s because Mayella Ewell had never been loved she’s only been taken advantage of. I can say for sure that Bob Ewell is an evil man but I can’t say it about Mayella Ewell she is a lost soul.
I always had apprehension but I never in my wildest dreams would have thought it was this bad. I think dieing would be better than being in a jail cell all day at least I’m sure if I died it would be better because I know I would be going to heaven because I’ve done nothing wrong unlike a lot of white people. I’m pretty sure that heaven will be great but I miss My family and I would do anything to see them again just once more. I’m going to plan my escape. There is always the possibility that I will make it out without being caught , no matter how improbable. I must stay positive I can’t sustain being here any longer.
At meal time I will hide in the bathroom until all the guards and prisoners have gone to the meal room. I will sneak over to the back door open it and run as fast as my feet will take me. I think that’s a pretty good plan. Hopefully it works.

Chapter 15 from the perspective of Atticus

Dear Journal,

These past couple of months have been really difficult because of the case. Alexandra is really getting on my nerves and the children and their behavior hasn't made it any better.

Dill has arrived and I think the children are pretty happy about it. I don't really care one way or another. This evening Sheriff Tate and his mob of men came to the house. They informed me that Tom Robinson will be potentially moving to Maycomb jail. There's a group rising up against me, they think I'm a bad man because of what they've heard and probably the fact that I'm a black man. They're a prejudice group of paupers that I for one don't care to have around. Their concerns are irrelevant.

I've been in quite the predicament. Should I defend Tom Robinson or should I not? I have to think about what is best for the children as well as what's best for the community. I feel like the people in this town are stealthy as they quietly gang together and create rumors and fraud against me. Their subsequent actions show their true hatred toward me and all blacks.

With that group of men here at my home, I did not want the children present. Scout decided to speak to Mr. Cunninghamm and I ended up glad that she did as it seemed to soften the situation.

And now, another night of little sleep as I worry about this whole thing...

Chapter 10 from the perspective of Calpurnia

Dear Diary,

This afternoon I was going through my regular daily routine of making food for Scout and Jem, cleaning up after them kids and making sure everything is just how Mr Atticus likes it when he gets home from work.

Scout and Jem came running inside the house, makin' all kinda noise and telling me that a mad dog was barreling down the street. (A mad dog is a dog with rabies, one you don't want around, with children around especially). I yelled at the kids to come inside right then, none of them better contradict me today.

I immediately ran inside the house as I was in considerable peril. I called Atticus to come take care of that mad dog. I didn't know what he was gonna do, being such a quiet man and all. It seemed like days were passing by waiting for him to get there. It was quite cantankerous. He arrived finally with a rifle and Sheriff Heck Tate by his side.

I felt nervous and held onto the kids with my sweaty palms. I couldn't believe it, Heck Tate got ready to shoot then he slowly handed the gun to Atticus. I couldn't imagine what such an educated white man would do with a rifle. His contemporaries were much younger than he and didn't have near the smarts.

In one shot, the dog was down. They got into Heck Tate's car as if nothin had happened. Their father told them not to go near that rabid dog, that it was just as dangerous dead as it was alive. I hoped to the Lord that his instructions weren't inaudible to those kids!

Today was quite the crazed, scary day. I wanted to make myself inconspicuous during that whole matter with the dog, but I had to be there for them kids and I'm glad they got me and I got them.

If I had my way, he wouldn't shoot the dog.

Chapter #10 From the perspective of Scout

“Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy . . . but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”

Dear Diary,
Atticus Finch confuses me I've always seen him to be old, wise, smart and not a regular man. Most of the men in Maycomb Hunt Fish and drink alcohol at all hours of the day because that's all there really good for. Atticus would much rather put his glasses on and read a book. I thought I new everything there was to know about Atticus but he surprised me today.
A mad dog came barreling down our street and Calpurnia gets scared so she calls Atticus. Atticus comes home with Heck Tate (The Sheriff of Maycomb)and a rifle. Heck asks Atticus to shoot the the dog. I thought this is probably Heck trying to embarrass him. Surprisingly Atticus grabs the Rifle and shoots the mad dog in one shot.My mouth dropped to my toes.
Miss.Maudie gave me an interesting history lesson on Atticus. When Atticus was young his nickname was "One shot Finch". Jem wouldn't let me tell anyone because Jem says Atticus would have told us if he wanted us to know. So why wouldn't Atticus want me to know?