Journal #6- chapters 15-17 from the perspective of Dill

I knew that when I returned to Maycomb this time there would be more trouble. There was a mob of hundreds of people outside Atticus’s house because of Tom Robinson! Well not hundreds, but there were many people outside, enough to be called a mob. They were all oblivious to what we all felt inside that house. We were pretty scared for everybody, but it was interesting. Atticus would not dispel them any time soon. He knew that they wanted something to do with Tom Robinson, so he went down to the jail to protect him. Mean Aunt Alexandra wouldn’t let us follow him. She said it was too dangerous, but we’ve been up to the Radley’s house, and we survived. That didn’t stop us though. We still followed Atticus after we snuck out of the house. There were even more people down by the jail. They all looked different though. It was people we know. All of the people complacently indulged in protest. Scout really showed Walter Cunningham what it was like to be in Atticus’s position right now.
When the trial was starting, it was amazing to see all the towns’ people who wanted to watch the case. I sure learned about all the people that inhabited Maycomb, Like Dolphus Raymond. Everyone thought he was drunk. He married a colored woman, and had half white, half black kids. Now the white people don’t want them because they’re black, and the black people don’t want them because they’re white. All the people sat and ate lunch on the grass with acquiescence, although most of them probably weren’t too amiable if they wanted to listen to a court case like this.

Journal #5- Chapters 12-14 From the perspective of Calpurnia

I was excited to take Scout and Jem to my church. I doubt they've been around this many colored folks in their life. I was happy to see everybody welcome them as if they've been going to the church their whole lives. However, only one person had not been as welcoming, but that didn't matter. First Purchase church was not very ecclesiastical because we didn't have any money to acquire these things. I know that many of them know I work for a white family, and some of them may think that I'm educated so I need to talk like the rest of them so I don't feel any different or I don't get treated any differently. Since Tom Robinson was Atticus's defendant, I think that there should be no problem with acceptance.
I think Alexandra needs to know that Atticus, Scout and Jem consider me a member of the house hold. I am used to the talk about segregation and Tom Robinson's case. This family would not have gone far after the death of Atticus's wife, Scout and Jem's mother, if I wasn't there to help them out. I think that Alexandra has too many big ideas for this family that is fine as it is right now. She wants to begrudge the freedom that Atticus has set up for Jem and Scout. These kids should not be encumbered by her.

Journal #4- Chapters 10-11 From the perspective of Jem

I was sure that Atticus could never do something a normal father could do. Me and Scout always have to go out on our own to have fun because Atticus never comes. Today, When Tim Johnson was inconspicuously following us, I was afraid he would put us into peril and hurt us because Atticus couldn't do anything to protect us. But when Heck Tate didn't want to shoot the dog when he came into town and Atticus did, I was confused he was just showing off because Atticus never does that. Instead he took Heck Tate's gun and shot it square in the face. It was then I knew that Atticus was much different than other fathers, but he could still do things normal fathers could do. He just didn't brag about it.
I thought the next day would be a simple one, where me and Scout just go to the town without anything being cantankerous. But whenever we had to go to town, we always had to pass by Ms. Dubose's house. She always criticized us for things we couldn't control. We were just being ourselves, minding our own business and she could always find something wrong. Sometimes she yelled so much her voice was inaudible. This time when we passed her house, She insulted Atticus, which is something I can't take, especially from other adults. On the way back from town, I was still so angry I took Scout's new favorite toy and used it to wreck her plants. I didn't care if It was new, and I didn't care if she was a poor old lady. It made me feel much better to ruin her flowers. But if I knew my consequences, I wouldn't have done it in the first place. I have to read a story I can barely understand to Ms. Dubose for two hours. I don't know why Scout comes with me. I thought Scout was too scared of her and still angry at me for breaking her baton. But I guess I apologized by helping her up. She never contradicts me anyway. After a few months, Ms. Dubose died. I thought she was going to haunt me forever because she sent me a flower before she died, but Atticus thinks it was her way of forgiving me.