
Journal 6: Chapters: 16-17 [Perspective: Tom Robinson]
I know that Mayella Ewell was lyin’. I just don’t wanna says it. All em’ white folk will think I’m the one lyin’. She look like she was gonna burst every second. I felt bad for the gal, even though she hated me.
She sounded so oblivious, talkin’ about wha had happened. I was gettin’ a bit mad, none of her junk was true. I didn’t wanna hit anyone but I swear to god, her father was givin’ me the stink eye. I wanted to rip him a part, he was botherin’ me. He didn’t not seem so acquiescence when I looked at him back. He still looked at me like I was a whore.
All em’ white people started at me when I was called to speak. I breathed in, and nervously walked up. I was sayin’ my testament, and all em’ Negros were whisperin’. I didn’t mind. Judge Taylor was ranin’ me with questions. I was nervous, but I knew I could get through this. I just wanted to world to know I didn’t harm that gal. I says to everyone, no one believes me.
All em’ believe Mayella ‘cause she anit a Negro like me. No one likes us black. I know they all thinkin’ why should we believe em’ Nergos are tellin’ the truth? They should believe us.
I did no touch the gal. I been tryin’ to prove that for a long while. It was hard to ‘member ‘cause it happened almost a year ago. But I only help the gal with things she need help with. She also encumbered me, I got away. Like Atticus concluded, she got no friends. I know why. She’s a creepy gal, no one likes her. That’s really the only reason why I help her. She got no friends, it’s nice to help. That’s the only reason people think I harmed her. ‘Cause I helped her out, ‘cause she anit got no friends to help her and her brothers and sisters don’t wanta help her.
It feels like just ‘cause I help her, people think I harm her. All em’ are wrong. Sometimes I think, as long as I know I anit harming her, it’s okay.
When I heard Mr. Ewell make his speech, I wanted to be dispelled. He was borin’ me to death and goin’ on how I harmed his daughter and yelled who done this? That Mr. Ewell went crazy! He always goes on and on how I harmed his daughter when I certainly did not. He does not treat me with indulgence. Just treats me like I’m a dirty whore as he calls me.
As I was tellin’ the jury what had happened, the moment flashed back into my head. The moment of helpin’ Mayella, then her kissing the side o’ my face. I’m glad I got away before she tired to push me down. Otherwise, I would have gotten in trouble, even though I am in trouble. I can’t believe everyone believes Mr. Ewell’a story. I think it was him who beat his own daughter up. I believe it. He’s a drunk! How does no one believe Atticus’s story! It’s very true and no one goes an’ believes it.
Atticus is tellin’ the real story. Mr. Ewell is just good at lyin’. He be very good at lyin’. He most o’ been drunk while hitting his daughter and rapein’ her.
I swear, Mr. Ewell you be going to jail. You be a gonna be gone soon. I swear to god, everyone is a gonna find out you’re a bad bad man just like Atticus says. You be going to jail, I can see it.
I don’t understand how people can believe their stupid story. I just want the the Ewell’s story to be proven wrong, that’s all I want. Then I can finally be home with my chuillen and wife.

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