In chapter 15 of To Kill a Mockingbird, Atticus travels to the county jail to protect Tom Robinson. The chapters unfolds from the shocked and confused Scout. This leaves us wondering: “What did we miss out on?””What was no described in depth?””What might we need more information on?” This is all caused by our understanding that Scout is not a reliable narrator. We want to know more about how the scenario would unfold if it was told by the perspective of someone else. That person in specific is Walter Cunningham, the father of also named Walter Cunningham in Scout’s class. He was supposed leader of the group. This is what I think he would have felt like if he was the narrator of this certain chapter.
We are on our way to the Maycomb County jail, where we knew Tom Robinson was moved yesterday. I don’t want him to be seen in court, and, truthfully, I didn’t want him to be alive. We are driving in the cover of night, everyone would be asleep in this little town. We had sent old and gullible Sheriff Heck Tate of on a snipe hunt in the woods, we knew he wouldn’t be any worry to us. I am so conflicted however. I don’t want to see Tom Robinson alive, but his lawyer Mr. Atticus Finch. He was doing my entailment. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.
My group and I arrived at the county jail when I noticed something peculiar. One solid light, blazing in the otherwise darkened night sky. I knew exactly who it was; Mr. Finch. He had known what were going to do the entire time. But I did not care. Either way, we were going to get Tom Robinson out and kill him. We could not leave him. My group and I got out of our four, dusty old cars and walked towards the county jail. We were not worried about the mission being a failure. I was confident this lynching would go smoothly.
When we got to the door, one of my accomplices asked,”He in there, Mr Finch. ” We waited in the for a little while for Atticus Finch to respond.
“He is,” replied Mr. Finch, “and he’s asleep. Don’t wake him.”
“You know what we want,” I said, in the sternest of voices I could muster, “Get aside from the door, Mr Finch.”
“You can turn around and go home again, Walter,” Mr. Finch said pleasantly. He seemed to be calm and not worried, “Heck Tate’s around somewhere.” I knew he had not expected us to send him into the woods. Another member responded angrily to Mr Finch’s positive statement.
“The hell he is. Heck’s bunch’s so deep in the woods they won’t get out till mornin’.”
“Indeed? Why so?”
“Called ’em off on a snipe hunt,” he responded, “Didn’t you think a’that, Mr. Finch.”
“Thought about it, but didn’t believe it. Well then, that changes things, doesn’t it?” I was upset. Mr. Finch had the nerve to remain sounding pleasant.
“It do.”responded someone in my crew. I didn’t know who have these people were, but we were going to kill Mr. Tom Robinson, if it was the last thing we did. However, I was beginning to feel more nervous. I did not know what I had gotten myself into.
“Do you really think so?” Mr. Finch responded, sounding fairly confident. It was bugging me how confident he was. But then I was shocked to hear a shriek, than I hear rustling and finally pumped into the light little Scout, Mr. Finch’s daughter. I knew who she was because my son Walter was in his class.
“H-ey Atticus” she said. I was shocked at this little girls crazy action. She looked at us, with large and confused eyes. It looked like she expected to see familiar faces, not us my gang and me. We were as equally confused as her; why would she put herself in such a dangerous position as this one. I was shocked.
“Go home, Jem.” Atticus stated, in a stern voice, “Take Scout and Dill home.”
This was not something Mr. Finch had expected. This was clearly not planned. Everyone, including Scout herself, was confused.
“Go home, I said.”
The young boy shook his head. This must have been Jem. My gang just watched, mouths wide open. Then, a man in our group walked towards him.
“I’ll send him home.” said the man. he grabbed Jem roughly from the collar, nearly yanking him straight of his feet.
“Don’t you touch him!” Scout screamed as she kicked at the man. He fell down in a heep in true pain. She had just executed a well placed-kick.
“That’ll do, Scout.” Mr. Finch put his hand on Scout’s shoulder. “Don’t kick folks. ” I was remembering what kind of man Mr. Atticus Finch was. He was calm and respectful.
“Ain’t nobody gonna do Jem that way.” Scout said, She was clearly upset. I actually found it kind of cute.
Another man in the group stepped forward, “All right Mr. Finch, get ’em outta here. You got fifteen seconds to get ’em outta here.”
Even after may attempts, Jem would not budge. Mr Finch tried desperately to persuade him to leave, but just shook his head and said no. I watched all three kids. ONe kid, another boy I did not recognize, stood in silence. Jem was talking to Mr. Finch, and the girl was looking around. Then I heard something.
“Hey Mr. Cunningham.” said Scout. I pretended not to hear her, even if I knew who she was. I would not respond.
“Hey Mr. Cunningham. Hows your entailment gettin’ along?” I decided to give her a little bit of attention, but I refused my natural instinct to respond.
“Don’t you remember me Mr. Cunningham? I’m Jean Louise Finch. You brought us some hickory nuts one time, remember?” She was hitting me hard. This hurt more than actually getting punched. I was so embarrassed. But I would not acknowledge her.
She continued to try to talk with me,”I go to school with Walter. He’s your boy, ain’t he? Ain’t he sir?” I was very embarrassed know. I no longer had the protection of being in the group. She had decided to single me out. I just gave her a faint nod.
“He’s in my grade,”she continued, “and he does right real well. He’s a good boy, a real nice boy. We brought him home for dinner one time. Maybe he told you about me, I beat him up once but he was real nice about it afterwards. Tell him hey for me, won’t you?” I refused to pay attention to what she was saying. I was trying to not look embarrassed, but I your were close to me, you could feel my embarrassment. But she did not stop talking.
“Entailments are bad.” she said. She stopped, and looked around for a moment. I also looked around. Everyone’s mouth was wide open, shocked about what just took place. Finally, she asked,
“What’s the matter?” I was so shocked. I was trying so hard to not look embarrassed, but I was so embarrassed I could not live with myself. I bent down to tell her something.
“I’ll tell him you said hey, little lady.” I then stood up and declared to my group, “Let’s clear out. Let’s get going, boys.” I decided to leave because I was so embarrassed. She had taking me out of my comfort zone. She had separated me from the group. I could not live with myself. As I walked back to the cars, I was stunned, but mostly embarrassed.