TKAM Journal #7 from the perspective of Bob Ewell =>(

The truth is, it wasn't me. There are more then one truths in this case: 1. Tom Robinson, that filthy piece of.... dung is the one responsible, for if it weren't him in Mayella's house, we would not be discussing this case, 2. Maylella gets mighty nervous and sweaty faced when she's under-pressure and tellin' the truth, and last it could have been Maylella ... or Tom, me? It's Tom's fault. Shoot I needs to stop, Imma confuse m'self.

Out there on the stand, I could not stop snarling. Not at Tom Robinson of course, but at the Finch. The little amiable. But he ain't gonna be amiable for long, promise ya that. Yes sir. I was so begrudged by Finch! I couldn't bare sitting there, my leg bouncing fold across my other leg, my pen tapping my chin, I was unsettled in my seat. I drew gruesome images of the Finch in my head, the kinds that if chillun leaped in my noggin, then they'd have to survive a nightmare and couldn't dispel. But of course I hope the images I have planned will come true. My almost every wish, other than alcohol.

How can that...that...Finch defend that Negro! That is so like a Finch. Wanting to help everybody around. But y'all just wait. He'll get his revenge sooner than he'll think I have forgot! He'll be completely oblivious!