I was Calpurnia - a black helper who was working for the Finchs family in

Maycomb town, though I had no rights to live along with white people. People called
me Negro, fortunately the Finch family had embraced me with their heart-warming
welcome. Thereby, I was able to enter the Finchs family. I was a very stern
disciplinarian, I often scolded Scout for her bad behaviours at home. I was grateful
for being a black woman; in fact, my main job was to become the children bridge
between the white world and my own black community. As long as I stand here,
though despite the thought of perpetual segregation, I still hoped that it would
change, someday.
I felt that segregation was wrong and it should be prohibited. Individually, I
believed that either man or woman should always be allowed to his or her rights of
speech and vote in any types of activities along with white people. Finch's family
consists of Scout, Jem and Atticus. Scout was a bright young girl whose intelligence
boast; she knew what to do since the day she was out of her mother's womb. And
through my daily lessons, she was able to read books at the age of 6 while others
ain't know how to spell. However, she sometimes went out of the way and had
attitude towards the others. Jem was Scout's bigger brother; a typical American boy
he was, refusing to back down from any dares. Jem moved to adolescence as a
companion for Scout. He was very gentle man and he really knew his responsibility.
Atticus was Jems father. He was an lawyer in Maycomb, who had a strong sense of
morality and justice toward his children. Personally, he was a responsible and gentle
men who kept the right path/lessons for his childrens. The Radleys were often called
as a cruel mystery, but I wouldn't go too deep since it's aint my business.
Dill was Jem and Scout summer best friend a.k.a trouble maker. He was
confident and actively an imaginative guy. I didn't really know him well since I just
met with him once.
It wasnt any different day of the season nor the day of Segregation or any special
date. It was just Scouts first day to school and Jem school reopening. Scout turned six
and began to attend school along with Jem, I was at home in the midst of lonesome. With
Atticus going to the court during the day, I was by myself, yes, I must admit I miss the
kids more than I anticipated. At this time, Id usually be either watching over these
naughty and wicked children or stuffing them with plentiful of food. Now, Im literally
doing nothing. Fortunately, dinner saved me from boredom and solitary space; Scout and
Jem brought home a guest.
Did you really pour all that molasses on your dish? Thats gro-- Scout disgusted.
Scout, come over here. Now! I quickly wrapped her mouth shut.
We walked to the side and had a little yet intense conversation.

Why would you pull me over here like this? I aint tellin lies, just saying the truth!
Scout spoke impulsively.
No, what you said was out of turn. You aint gon say that front of me nor everyone
else. As long as he is in this house, hes your guest. He aint gonna go away and until
then, you will treat him fair and well. You hear me! I realized I blurted; the grammar was
erratic.
I did not want her to become such a rude person. I felt like I was responsible for who
shed turn out to be as she grew up. On the other hand, a part of me felt offended. The
separation of poor and wealth is a thin line, just as colors and black. And there was no
need for such segregation.
School swifted by and its the last day of school. I was as eager as Scout and Jem
were, to feel that bright and breezy days once again. To them, it was time to play around
not mindful of their actions and to see Dill. To me, it was to see them do those things.
They were probably heading home and in seconds now, Id be able to see them. My
hands were full of soap from doing the dishes, but my eyes are somewhere else
dreaming. I dreamt about the rights of others, envied of the freedom that even a little kid
has, I
Is that Scout and Jem hovering over the gate of the Radleys? Oh no, these kids
know better, a voice inside my head said.
I grew suspicious and went out the house. It caught my sight immediately. They
were picking something out from the tree hole. There were a spark of happiness in their
eyes but still, I thought I taught these kids well enough not to gossip or to tittle-tattle.
Especially not about the Radleys; theyve enough of these colored folks tale.
It was the first time, or at least, the first time Ive seen these guys doing that,
hence, I let it slide. But it got weirded out the second time. This time, I didnt see them
picking out strange things from that tree hole, I heard something roughly around 2 in the
morning. In the midst of wake and sleep, I walked outside my room and somewhat the
door was opened. I noticed the lights on Scouts room was dimly on. Thereafter, when I
was washing Jems pants, I depicted something. I reckoned the pants belonged to Dill
since Jem lost it during his short strip poker career. Though thats not all. Astonishingly,
the pants were patched and mended while it was never torn. I didnt realize Jem knew
how to sew. Its oddly weird and creepy to me.
Jem and Scout were the two people that I loved the most and theyre like my
family to me. I took good care of them every day and began to miss them and found
myself lost in wondering when theyre not around. Jem was a good son of Atticus. Id
never needed to worry or scold him about his behaviors toward other people.
Nonetheless, he started to behave different now and slowly turn himself into his

sister Scout. He sneaked out of the house at midnight. He lied to Atticus and
claimed himself not sure of wanting to be a future lawyer. He had become more
taciturn for a couple of weeks lately. Most importantly, he brought home tons of
strange stuffs, which were not belonged to him, that he found at the knot-hole of the
tree at the Radleys place. There must be something going on and I had to find out
more about it. Maybe, this was somehow related to the Radley and especially that
weird guy named Arthur Radley, huh? There were tons of folks about this family
rumored by the white and the colored residents along this town. They said that
Arthur joined in the wrong crowd and did many illegal things at his teen. Later on,
he was forced to go to the state industrial school but his father refused to get him
there. And afterward, Arthur was said to become a malevolent guy who once drove
the scissors to Mr. Radleys legs and was then shut in the house forever because of
his sins.
Well, for me, Id never believed in those nonsense gossips. These bullshits just
scattered around this town by the white mouths and those colored folks. However,
the point here was that although Arthur was wrong at first, he still had his right to
change and become better, but it was cut out by his own family, how fair was that?
And by the way, hes not even a Negro like me, he had the right of speech and the
right to go outside as well, no one had the right to take those away from him, even
his family. Moreover, I didnt think that those non-related people in the town were
doing the right thing with their stupid rumors about this family. I could understand
pretty well the Radleys feelings since I had received disrespects from the people
around me and had them judging on me. This was already more than suffice. I would
never let myself to be one of those uneducated white or colored people, who
foolishly spent most of their time judging people through their wicked eyes, creating
stories, spreading folks and gossips about others. None of that! Thats the point and
it explained why Id always wished to be black; but of course, not to be a part of this
white town. Though thats such a wishful thinking.