Jem Finch Monologue

I opened my book and settled into one of my office chairs. The uncertainty of what the night would bring made the words of the page blend together into a bunch of gibberish I couldn’t comprehend. I took a deep breath, there was nothing to do but wait. I glanced up at the window above and saw the dark shadow of Mr. Underwood, ready to take action if need be. Around the time I was expecting, the dusty cars pulled up and out came a group of men with determined looks and fire in their eyes. I folded my evening paper, took a calming breath, and readied myself to greet the men with lynching on their minds. “He in there Mr. Finch?” the leader of the group silently demanded. Ever since Tom Robinson was put in jail, I had thought about how I would
I walked over to my boy, I couldn’t believe he would do something like this. “Go home Jem,” I said, “grab Scout and Dill and go home!” In a way I’ve rarely seen, my son looked me in the eye and wouldn’t budge. As I stood unwavering, so did he. I repeated my command but Jem remained, stubborn
Cunningham!” I stopped and looked to Mr. Cunningham's face and for the time that night, a bit of doubt flashed in his eyes. Scout brought up Mr. Cunningham’s entailment and when that wasn’t working, she started talking about his kid Walter., trying to follow the manners I taught her. As she continued to carry on the one sided conversation about Mr. Cunningham’s personal entailment, I began to see that she was doing what I was trying to accomplish all along. She was making the group see the error to what they were doing. I stood there and watched my daughter break the mob, mouth agape, Jem forgotten. I looked around the mob of men to see their faces almost a mirror image of mine, shocked. After what seemed like forever, Mr. Cunningham told Scout he would say hi to Walter for her, took his group and left. As the dusty cars rolled away, I moved over to the jail and put my face between the bars of the Tom Robinson’s cell. I told him everything was going to be okay, that the men left and wouldn’t be bothering him anymore. Scout came up and tugged my sleeve, completely oblivious to the big task she had managed to