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How A Coloured Man May Live His Life.

              I have only seen so much hate towards Negros in my town let alone the whole world. I have realized how a day to day coloured man or woman could feel, but not even that could compare to what torture they may go through. At school, at home, and at church discrimination to these people are relevant. Whether it has to do with Calpurnia being a maid seen lower class then us in our own home, at school where we get the education and Negros do not while constant chatter of hate towards them continues, at church where it is separated from whites, or Mr. Robinsons hopeless case because of a white jury, and his differ of skin. There is no justice for them, really. They do not have as many rights as we do. Even seating for transportation has its laws for blacks. Just imagining what rights they don't have, it is not fair. My father Atticus has taught me to try to see things from inside their shoes, and I have learnt well. He is a just man, and he is a man of morals and honesty. That is the way people should be, and because of my father I do not see coloured men or women any different from me.

A Coloured Mans Words Against A Whites.

                
   Long Back, my father Atticus was given a trail (to his occupation as a lawyer) to serve Tom Robinson for being accused of raping Mayella Ewell, one of my neighbours, and apparently Bob Ewell (Mayella dad) was a witness. This happened before I visited the church, and Atticus told me that I wouldn't understand, but there was high talk around town, and it wouldn't be much to defend Mr. Robinson's case. Even though he could have been doubtful, he told me that he was doing this for a number of reasons... In a way, one of the reasons as he said, it can affect me, so I wouldn't have to mind him anymore.
                   The trail went to court in the summer session. Tom Robinson was black, and the jury was all white, and the whole jury said guilty except one... Mr. Cunningham. Even though one said innocent, Mr. Robinson gets put in prison. Deep down, I knew this was not right either.. After talking to Mrs. Maudie (another one of my neighbours), she said that my father was not really randomly chosen, but was chosen because he was the only one who can hold the jury in there for so long and he would actually try to defend Tom Robinson because he knows what right. So maybe my father is right, we shouldn't descriminate of colour.

Why Are Things So Discriminate?

                        Today Calpurnia, our maid, took my brother, Jem and I to her church. She made me wear a petticoat and she wrapped a pink sash tightly around my waist. Sounds like a typical Sunday, right? Well in this case, it wasn't
                        I had never been to a black church, only people like Calpurnia went, the coloured people. This church was old; it was peeling paint on its walls. It was probably like that since us white people used it during the week while they only use it on the Sunday. Cal' took us in, and immediately people would step back, and the men would take off their hats. Even on their church days do they still show white people respect, as if we were higher class? It isn't like we are all really that different... right?
                        Making our way to the seats, a woman by the name of Lula came up to Cal' and told us that we were not welcome. 'We' as in my brother Jem and I. She wasn't too fond of us white folks. She said that they have their church and we have ours, almost as if to say she didn't like white people either, sure didn't seem like it. Cal' just said "It's the same god, ain't it?” Cal, insisting us to stay and welcomed by the other church members, took us to our seats and waited for the first hymn. I realized there were no books, but Cal' told me it was because the Negros couldn't read. I guess the blacks don't get education either. Sort of discriminate... don’t you think?

      My point is... anyone can be discriminate; whites or blacks.