What Is An Example Of Tom Robinson's Dialectical Journal
As I replaced my corset, I could hear those mindless little birds jabbering on about how Tom Robinson was going to get what he deserved. Ha. For my brother is not a fool and he would not defend a Negro as forcefully as he did if that Negro was not one-hundred percent innocent. But, I plastered a smile on my face, went out to face the world as a strong and proud and proper woman of the 20th century. But, I felt like falling to the floor and eating all of the tea cakes I was carrying while I cried. The Finches were ruined, not only was it bad enough that Atticus was defending a Negro but that we lost was an even bigger blow to his dignity, our dignity.
The women stopped their chatter and sipped their tea as if they weren't just talking about
me. We sipped our tea and ate our cakes and began sweat under our corsets and skirts in silence until Miss Stephanie Crawford broke the peace we were having.
“So Alexandra, what does Atticus have to say about all of this, what with that Tom Robinson going to jail?” She said. “Well-,” I began to say.
But to speak of the devil and he shall appear, Atticus walked into the room and looked straight into my eyes. He opened his mouth and said.
“Come into the kitchen.”
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I walked back into the lounge and sat down, asking if anyone needed more tea as tears strained against the inside of my eyes, begging to be released. Tom had died and I was surprised at the level of sadness I felt. I felt sympathy towards his family and wondered how they would make it through these terrible times. But no matter, I must keep positive, I am a woman. Women show no fear.
The women stopped their chatter and sipped their tea as if they weren't just talking about
me. We sipped our tea and ate our cakes and began sweat under our corsets and skirts in silence until Miss Stephanie Crawford broke the peace we were having.
“So Alexandra, what does Atticus have to say about all of this, what with that Tom Robinson going to jail?” She said. “Well-,” I began to say.
But to speak of the devil and he shall appear, Atticus walked into the room and looked straight into my eyes. He opened his mouth and said.
“Come into the kitchen.”
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I walked back into the lounge and sat down, asking if anyone needed more tea as tears strained against the inside of my eyes, begging to be released. Tom had died and I was surprised at the level of sadness I felt. I felt sympathy towards his family and wondered how they would make it through these terrible times. But no matter, I must keep positive, I am a woman. Women show no fear.