Soooo i joined the site and felt like i should sumit something so i took a story i wrote in english and put it up...
obviouslyy im not actually raciest, it is just written to show how biased society makes people-
I own nothing
I guess you could call Atticus and his children the black sheep of the family. I suppose there's always someone who will rebel against the norm, even in a fine-bred family such as our own. A few years back the finches owned slaves, and now a Finch is defending a Negro in court. Unbelievable. The worst of the matter is that my dear brother is having a terrible influence on his children. It was a bit after noon. I had been working on my stitching, but something had been bothering me all day, though I couldn't quite place what it was. After a few minutes I realized what was unusual. The house was perfectly quiet. There were no yells echoing in from the yard, no muddy children running through the house, and none of the usual chaos that exists when those children are around. In bewilderment I stood up and looked out into the yard. "Jean Louise." I called. "Jean Louise!" Thinking that perhaps my nephew was upstairs reading one of his football magazines I began to climb the stairs. "Jeremy? Are you there?" Beginning to feel faintly worried I ventured into the kitchen, a place I usually avoid. The Negro woman, who my brother insists on keeping, looked up from her washing. "Why hello Calpurnia, I was just looking for the children. Would you know where they might have gone?" As I waited for her response I felt a pang of displeasure for I was asking Negro for her help.
"Why no madam, I haven't seen them since this morning."
"So you have no idea where they are?"
"No madam."
Hoping they may have gone to their friend Dill's house, I went next door. Unfortunately dills caretaker didn't know where they were either. I searched for some time before returning to send Calpurnia to give a note to Atticus explaining that she had lost his children. The Negro returned pulling the kids behind her around a half an hour later. They had snuck out to watch their father in the trial. This particular trial consisted of some dreadful Negro raping a Young girl. A trial entirely unfit for children to witness. In fact no one should have had to witness it, they should have sent him to the chair as soon as he committed the crime. The fact that the children run wild and Atticus has little control is an embarrassment to the family. As I soon found out, Atticus was to allow his children to come back to see the verdict. I began to disagree, but there really isn't a use. None of them will listen to reason.