Journal #5
Chapters 13-15
Perspective of Tom Robinson

Dear Journal,
Recently, as you probably know, I was accused of raping a girl from the Ewell family in Maycomb County. I will deny every thing that happened and be honest but what white folk in this time would believe a black guy like me. It's basically their word against mine but only  they have a 100 to 1 chance of beating me. I have been compensating recently and I have realized that I am not smart, I haven't done anything nice to them but at the same time, I keep to myself and don't bother anyone. I had no chance in trial until a kind white man by the name of Atticus Finch lead me in trial. The case is going to be starting in two days and bless his sole for doing this. There is so much hate not only upon my shoulders however on his a lot as well for defending me. I can't say how much gratitude my family has for him. He has been so kind and I actually for once feel that I am just as strong as any white man around. I am infallible. Today, they moved me from a jail outside of Maycomb County into a cell next to Maycomb's courthouse. It seems that my moving was pensive because Atticus showed up that night and said that he would protect me. Apparently, some townsfolk came to his house that evening and told him that I was getting moved and there might be some trouble. His only worry was how I would survive that night because no one would dare drink or kill on an ecclesiastical Sunday. He stayed with me and pointed out that Mr. Underwood was atop the Tribune office with a double barrel rifle in case anything got ugly and that he was ready as well. He stayed there quietly and let me got to sleep and get rest while he read the newspaper on his chair. It was only about 45 minutes or so that I was awakened by the noise of loud whispering coming from outside. I peeped out the window and saw a group of angry looking men and Atticus standing in between them and I. I could only sit back and watch as the scene unfolded. I remained quiet. Atticus was calmly telling them to go home and go to sleep but I could tell that they weren't going to listen to him. hen, when al hope was down and everyone's cards were extracted, from the shadows, I heard the sound of children and one by one I saw two boys and one girl emerge from the shadows. The taller boy and the girl seemed to fit the description of Atticus's kids and the way he addressed them confirmed that theory. I began to worry for Atticus. Now they had his weakness. "Go home," he demanded calmly, "and take them too," pointing at the girl and the younger guy. When all he did was decline this command, things looked bad. After a long argument and an impatient murmur from the men, The older boy unwillingly excepted and he started to head off but then, the little girl said something to  one of the men. Apparently, she recognized him as one of her dad's clients and the parent of her new friend at school who they took to lunch one day. She kept going and talking to him in a sweet and innocent way. Everyone drew silent and surprised including me. It was almost unbearable and the fact that she had no idea the effect was even more powerful. In the end, she drew silent to and then the man that she was talking to told the rest of them to leave. This one little child probably saved at least one man's life including mine. I don't know how to thank the Finch family. They have done so much. Atticus ended up turning to me and said for me to go to sleep. I am not sure but I am pretty sure that he had tears running down his face. He used his handkerchief and walked his kids home.