“Do all lawyers defend n-Negroes, Atticus?” Scout queried.
“Of course they do, Scout.” replied Atticus.
“Then why did Cecil say you defended niggers? He made it
sound like you were runnin’ a still.” interrupted Scout.
Atticus sighed. “I’m simply defending a Negro – his name’s Tom
Robinson. He lives in that little settlement beyond the town
dump. He’s a member of Calpurnia’s church, and Cal knows his
family well. She says they’re clean-living folks. Scout,
you aren’t old enough to understand yet, but there’s been
to the effect that I some things shouldn’t do much about
some high talk around town defending this man. It’s a peculiar
case – it won’t come to trial until summer session. John
Taylor was kind enough to give us a postponement…” Atticus explained wearily.
“If you shouldn’t be defendin’ him, then why are you doin’ it?” demanded scout.
“For a number of reasons, the main one is, if I
didn’t I couldn’t hold my head up in town, I couldn’t represent
this county in the legislature, I couldn’t even tell you or
Jem not to do something again.” reassured Atticus.
“You mean if you didn’t defend that man, Jem and me wouldn’t
have to mind you anymore?” asked scout confusedly
“That’s about right.” agreed atticus.
“Why?” demanded scout petulantly.
“Because I could never ask you to mind me again. Scout, simply
by the nature of the work, every lawyer gets at least one
case in his lifetimethat affects him personally. This one’s
mine, I guess. You might hear some ugly talk about it at
school, but do one thing for me if you will: you just hold
your head high and keep those fists down. No matter what
anybody says to you, don’t let ‘em get your goat. Try
fighting with your head for a change…it’s a good one,
even if it does resist learning.” etc.