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I looked around. They were standing. All around us and in the balcony on the opposite wall, the Negroes were getting to their feet. Reverend Sykes’s voice was as distant as Judge Taylor’s was… The suspense had dawned to its crux. Twilight discharged sunbeams which arched through the windows of a silent court – silent yet full. She stopped shyly at the railing, envelope in hand. “It’s Calpurnia isn’t it?” “Yes judge. Could I pass this note to Mr. Finch- Nothing to do with the- trial.” He opened it, read it. “Judge… I – this note is from my sister. Says my children are missing, hadn’t turned up since noon…I…could you-“ “They’re right up yonder in the coloured balcony” – Mr. Underwood. “Jem? Scout? You’ve been here all afternoon? Go home with Calpurnia and get your supper – and stay home.” “Atticus we’ve won haven’t we? Aw please let us back, please let us hear the verdict, please sir.” There’s no doubt that Jem and Scout previously considered their father to be a very ordinary man, one that could not possibly “arouse the admiration of anyone.” [Just another man in his fifties who doesn’t play poker, hunt, nor play football.] Yet, Atticus redeems himself when he shoots the rabid dog and displays the fact that physical courage is nothing compared to the distinct moral courage required to defend a Negro in the South of Alabama in the 1930s.
Approximate Word count = 659
Approximate Pages = 2.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
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