Monologue For To Kill A Mockingbird

(Calpurnia is seen cooking crackling bread in her kitchen, three portraits are seen sitting on the bench next to her. [one; her, Helen and Tom. Two; her, Jean, Jem and Atticus. Three; Her, Jem, Jean and their children]. She puts the crackling bread into the oven before picking up the first portrait with a thoughtful look)
I remember that godforsaken day, the day the Robinson family, an innocent black family, was torn and broken apart by the ruthless claws of the white community of Maycomb (Runs her fingers over the portrait with disgust). I recall, as clear as seeing my own two hands in front of my own face, the look of despair in Helen's eyes as we destroyed the once loving and beautiful earth beneath her own bare feet; ‘Tom’s dead.’ (She
I guess we were still in shock. I can still feel that life crippling pit within my stomach as we pulled into Helen's driveway, seeing all those kids running around made my heart shatter into a million pieces with no hopes of being restored. The way Helen just fell to the dirt like her will to live was taken from her, like her dear husband was. Me and Atticus helped her inside. I tried my best to comfort her but what could I, or anyone else say that would even begin to heal the horrendous wound of losing one’s husband?
I’ll tell you, it’s downright disgusting what happened to that poor, God-loving family. That soul-sucking leech, Bob Ewells probably rejoiced at the news of Toms death. And what crimes did Tom commit that deserved such heartache? Simply being born black, a nigger, was more than enough for the white community to convict, hate and murder Tom. Ignorance! Ignorance is all it is. To let something as simple as the colour of one’s skin define their rank within our imprudent social class.
(she pauses for length of time, a look of regret and pain displayed on her
There was nothing I, or any other black or white man could’ve done as the fear of ending up dead like Tom was great. All I and the rest of Maycomb could do was be there for Helen while she grieved the loss of her innocent husband.
It was expected after such a discriminating tragedy that the black community would grow to hate and distance themselves from the white community. (she picks up the second portrait smiling gratefully) I thank our mighty saviour every day for allowing me to be apart of the Finch family, to be able to see the respectable and moral side of the white community; not many blacks had that opportunity like I did. Scout (shakes her head laughing in delight), oh silly, innocent Scout; always into mischief and abiding against the social rules expected of a young white woman.
It’s funny how things have developed over these last twenty years (she places the portrait back down before walking to the oven to check on the crackling bread). I, once a simple black cook and maid, am now a law clerk with the hopes of one day being a lawyer like Atticus. Helen, once heartbroken and lonesome, found another loving husband who are now both happily retired in Maycomb, God bless them. Minster Jem now married with a gorgeous baby boy, named Atticus in remebernce of his father after his death in 19 and girl near the age of 10. Jean and Dill