Trying times [Chapters 16-20]

Someday in the 1930s

Tom. He's a good man. He goes to church. Has a wife and everything. He'd never touch a girl, specially not a white one. I know, for a fact, that he did not do it. Innocent, I tell you! Just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Do I think he stands a chance? Well, I'm optimistic. The Ewells are only a notch higher in the hierarchy that is society (twisted but true.). Perhaps, finally, the Maycombians will open their eyes. Will he get a fair trial? Will justice finally prevail? I cannot say. Lets hope the facts speak for themselves and not the stereotypes of society. For if the latter takes the wheel, Tom's a dead man. I'm not even going to go down down there to watch it, I'm going to sit here and wait helplessly (like many others), because deep down, I know, Maycomb knows, that it's a lost battle.

A battle, we lost a hundred years ago...
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(A few hours later)

Oh no, oh no!
Sir's at da trial and ma lil darlins are MISSIN'!!!
Oh no, what I do.
Imma stuck 'ere wid Ma'am Alexandra and she ain't doin' mu'h 'bout it.
I needa tell Sir! Sir would know whatta do...
What if.... What if they run away?
No, they wouldn't run away, they good chillun.

What if.... they were KIDNAPPED?
But they're white kids...
Whose father is defending my people.
Oh No.

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