Excerpt From 'Alternate Ending To Kill A Mockingbird'
401 days since Tamir was killed.
I sigh, sitting down one last time behind the Rice family. Samaria glances back at me, providing a longing smile. I return it, yet I can feel the pain in her eyes. Here we are once again, after more than a year, still fighting for the death of her son.
My eyes shift around the room. Court has become like a home to me, ever since I found my way out of Alabama after Scout and Jem moved away. The church-like pews line the carpet, yet this is no place of worship. Everything discussed in this courtroom is nothing holy. In fact, it’s closer to the devil on a scale of morality than any place I’ve ever entered.
“Thank you, Mr. Finch,” Samaria whispers, focusing my attention on her and her family once again. “Samaria, you have no need to thank me. I’m here because I wanted to help, and you know that,” I grab her hand and give it a squeeze. She nods, turning back to the judge.
“Praise the lord that we found a lawyer like you,” Samaria utters under her breath, quiet enough for me to just hear. This drives my need to help her family even more.
Across the carpet to our left sat Frank Garmback and Timothy Loehmann. It troubles me to look at their hopeful faces. How can you shoot a 12 year old boy and beg for …show more content…
On November 22nd, 2014, a caller to 911 dispatch reported seeing a man with a gun. They later reported that this man appeared to be a minor with a toy gun, but dispatch failed to tell the police officers this information. As reported by officers Loehmann and Garmback, Tamir was a threat, as he, to quote, ‘was drawing his gun from his waist as the police slid toward him and Officer Loehmann exited the car.’Officers Loehmann and Garmback shot Mr. Rice, due to the threat that he posed. After the shooting, they found that Mr. Rice’s gun was a pellet gun, and that his large, older looks defied his age of
I sigh, sitting down one last time behind the Rice family. Samaria glances back at me, providing a longing smile. I return it, yet I can feel the pain in her eyes. Here we are once again, after more than a year, still fighting for the death of her son.
My eyes shift around the room. Court has become like a home to me, ever since I found my way out of Alabama after Scout and Jem moved away. The church-like pews line the carpet, yet this is no place of worship. Everything discussed in this courtroom is nothing holy. In fact, it’s closer to the devil on a scale of morality than any place I’ve ever entered.
“Thank you, Mr. Finch,” Samaria whispers, focusing my attention on her and her family once again. “Samaria, you have no need to thank me. I’m here because I wanted to help, and you know that,” I grab her hand and give it a squeeze. She nods, turning back to the judge.
“Praise the lord that we found a lawyer like you,” Samaria utters under her breath, quiet enough for me to just hear. This drives my need to help her family even more.
Across the carpet to our left sat Frank Garmback and Timothy Loehmann. It troubles me to look at their hopeful faces. How can you shoot a 12 year old boy and beg for …show more content…
On November 22nd, 2014, a caller to 911 dispatch reported seeing a man with a gun. They later reported that this man appeared to be a minor with a toy gun, but dispatch failed to tell the police officers this information. As reported by officers Loehmann and Garmback, Tamir was a threat, as he, to quote, ‘was drawing his gun from his waist as the police slid toward him and Officer Loehmann exited the car.’Officers Loehmann and Garmback shot Mr. Rice, due to the threat that he posed. After the shooting, they found that Mr. Rice’s gun was a pellet gun, and that his large, older looks defied his age of