I can only say that no one felt my pain, frustration and fear. By the time I walked into that courtroom, I was dead. Mr. Finch has done his job and that's it, nothing else can be said. Now, as I sit here and listen, his words flow in and out, in and out like the line on a merry-go-round. All I can do is think, think about what it was like to sit in a room knowing my fate... When I walked into that room, I could hear every word spoken. It was like a classroom, just talk, talk, and more talk. I could feel the eyes of a foreign body examining my every curve, not missing a wrinkle or a bump. Even when I sat down I could feel my eyes and the feeling only got worse. To think that I would find myself in a courtroom of all places and, even worse, that I would be sitting in a chair that I only thought I would see, it is the chair of the man who is lucky enough to be in the seat. wrong place at the wrong time. As much as I wanted to hear what needed to be said, I knew it would just be lies, that was the real reason everyone was there. The lies created the trial and the only truth will come from me. Why do laundry before seeing God? It's no use, if you're going to die, you might as well endure everything because in my case, the results are all the same. I can only blink and stay true. " Mayella Ewell "I looked up and it was everything I could have imagined, tears and confusion. It would have been nice to know that the girl was so alone and desperate, wasn't there a white man in this town who would take her away. Why me? What did I do to get this kind of attention? Like a mad dog, it was easy to see that she was lying. But that didn't matter, all that mattered was that a black man raped a white woman. What was the point of sitting in the middle of a paper...it was death, my way or theirs and I would rather have my way. A voice interrupted my thoughts, it was Mr. . Finch. His words are comforting but we both know the end result, which is the death of another colored boy. Even though Mr. Finch tells me we have a chance, I can't listen because it's only a fact that I'm a dead man and there's no change. Either I will die by the chair or I will die trying to achieve freedom and that is the truth. I could only nod when Mr. Finch came out because I knew that in truth, he feels exactly the same as me, the only difference is that I am not equipped. to fight this battle. This one-sided battle has already been won. All I can do is run, run and hope I run fast enough." STOP", "DON'T MOVE", "What do we do, do we shoot or let the police catch him ", "We fire two warning shots so we have to do our job" "It's a sin to kill a mockingbird "