Before I tell you what I need to, I must first say that I’m sorry and I appreciate all you’ve done for me and other African Americans. You aren’t like the rest of the white people in Maycomb, Atticus. You’re not racist. You don’t believe I’ve done wrong, and you tried to prove it to many. I genuinely believe that you have convinced a multitude of people with your testimonies, but despite your best efforts, we both know I never would've won. The pale men of the jury had already decided what they would write on their card the second I walked into the room, the second they saw the color of my skin. Although they, and many people in Maycomb County, know I didn’t commit that crime, they are still against me. You made a stand, to fight not only for me, but for the racial injustices around our community, and I choose to try and fight as well. Though, continuing to…show more content… People acted racist towards me before I knew how to speak, walk, or breathe. After breathing, it is quite obvious that I won’t be able to for much longer. Atticus, you must understand that I don’t want another trial. I don’t want to be another person who pushes to the end to realistically get nowhere, so why not end the journey here? We will end up in the same place, we will end up failing either way. The evidence of me not committing the crime was substantially large, but even my obsolete arm couldn't change the writing of the jury, or possibly anyone around us. How could I punch a girl with no working arm to punch her with? The truth is clear, I can’t. Do people need thicker glasses to see that? Do we need to put them in a crib and spoon feed them the truth? It wouldn’t work anyway, they’d chew it and taste every part, make us think they like it, then they’d spit it right back out into our face. That’s what happened the whole trial. Tell me, Atticus, what is left to fight
