"Tom, Tom". Dreariness surrounded me, and my left arm was in tremendous pain. My eyes opened, to see the face of Helen, my best friend looking at me. I tried to sit up but could not so I laid my head down on the pillow. " You've been unconscious for three days Tom." She seamed on the verge of tears. "You're arm got caught in the cotton gin. Your supervisor, Mr. Deas felt right sorry for you. The doc'or said you won't be able to use it again Tom." I sat in disbelief, Helen crying at my side, mom and dad standing behind her. Mom was also crying and even though, I was 14, and a tough young man, I cried to; from that day on, I would learn how to live with one arm.
For the next five years, I learned how to chop with one hand, dress with one hand, and eat with one hand. I went through elementary school and, since there wasn't a high school for niggers, I worked. Helen always supported me through the good times and bad, and our relationship grew past being just good friends into something more and I still remember the best night of my life, December 25th, 1922, when I asked her to marry me. The look on her face will be something I will never forget for as long as I live; but the best part was when she said yes and my heart sang. We were wed in January and it was just us; Helen, myself, and Reverend Sykes.
James was our first child and when he smiled, I smiled like the sun was on my teeth. Soon, Sarah, and Tom followed and when I returned home from working for Mr. Deas, it was like a horse track. The house was ripped up, and wild animals was running around.
One day as I was walking to the field, and I passed by some shack of a house and saw a girl only 15-16 years of age trying to chop up a chiffarobe. It was quite pathetic and I thought I'd better help her before she looses grip of the axe. So I said " Need help?" she said she would really appreciate that. After asking permission to enter the fence, I took the axe in hand and swiftly succeeded in chopping the down the chiffarobe. She was about to get a nickel, but I refused and said "anything to help". I continued on my way and tip'd my hat. The next few weeks I continued to help out the oldest Ewell child by towing water, chopping wood on fixing household things. She also talked to me, and me to her. She talked mostly about her father, and how he mistreated her, and the other children, how they ignored her, and how the only thing she looked forward to was spring, for her flowers, and talking to me. Sometimes, Helen would come to work with me and I'd tip my hat and Mayella wouldn't say a thing.
Then in late November, I was walking by the Ewell place and I said hello to Ms. Mayella and it was real quite and I noticed that there weren't no children around. I asked if I could do anything for her, and she said yes. I asked what, and she said for me to come inside the house, the door was off its hinges. Half a year later, I was found guilty of sexual harassment, and was being escorted to my cell outside the Maycomb County Jail.
When, when will racial pregidous end in our society. I know I'm innocent, the judge knows I'm innocent and the whole town knows I'm innocent, yet I am to die. There is another trial, but why try, the arrogance and the hate of white men will prevail once again, leading me to my end. The prison guard looked surprised as my right fist connected with his chest, the alarm sounding. As I ran toward the fence and started to climb it, one thought ran in my mind, "I'm sorry Helen, I'm so sorry."
For the next five years, I learned how to chop with one hand, dress with one hand, and eat with one hand. I went through elementary school and, since there wasn't a high school for niggers, I worked. Helen always supported me through the good times and bad, and our relationship grew past being just good friends into something more and I still remember the best night of my life, December 25th, 1922, when I asked her to marry me. The look on her face will be something I will never forget for as long as I live; but the best part was when she said yes and my heart sang. We were wed in January and it was just us; Helen, myself, and Reverend Sykes.
James was our first child and when he smiled, I smiled like the sun was on my teeth. Soon, Sarah, and Tom followed and when I returned home from working for Mr. Deas, it was like a horse track. The house was ripped up, and wild animals was running around.
One day as I was walking to the field, and I passed by some shack of a house and saw a girl only 15-16 years of age trying to chop up a chiffarobe. It was quite pathetic and I thought I'd better help her before she looses grip of the axe. So I said " Need help?" she said she would really appreciate that. After asking permission to enter the fence, I took the axe in hand and swiftly succeeded in chopping the down the chiffarobe. She was about to get a nickel, but I refused and said "anything to help". I continued on my way and tip'd my hat. The next few weeks I continued to help out the oldest Ewell child by towing water, chopping wood on fixing household things. She also talked to me, and me to her. She talked mostly about her father, and how he mistreated her, and the other children, how they ignored her, and how the only thing she looked forward to was spring, for her flowers, and talking to me. Sometimes, Helen would come to work with me and I'd tip my hat and Mayella wouldn't say a thing.
Then in late November, I was walking by the Ewell place and I said hello to Ms. Mayella and it was real quite and I noticed that there weren't no children around. I asked if I could do anything for her, and she said yes. I asked what, and she said for me to come inside the house, the door was off its hinges. Half a year later, I was found guilty of sexual harassment, and was being escorted to my cell outside the Maycomb County Jail.
When, when will racial pregidous end in our society. I know I'm innocent, the judge knows I'm innocent and the whole town knows I'm innocent, yet I am to die. There is another trial, but why try, the arrogance and the hate of white men will prevail once again, leading me to my end. The prison guard looked surprised as my right fist connected with his chest, the alarm sounding. As I ran toward the fence and started to climb it, one thought ran in my mind, "I'm sorry Helen, I'm so sorry."