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?
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