INJUSTICE IS TOO COMMONLY HEARD OF

INJUSTICE IS TOO COMMONLY HEARD OF

Many things lead to injustice; one of them is prejudice. It can lead to injustice because prejudice corrupts the mind wearing away at it with hatred against a different race. It leads to injustice through accumulated hate that is based on simple events of innocence and non-hostility towards the offender who in the case of Trayvon Martin was 28-year-old Zimmerman. He lashed out without cause at 17-year-old Trayvon without cause by shooting him, which in turn finally killed him.

All people who are alive on this planet have the responsibility to protect the innocent to fight for their rights and freedoms. To fight for them when the accursed plague of prejudice is upon them. We as a population should look down on innocence and see the purity of a sinless soul and look away from the guilty who refuse to bathe in the light of forgiveness. It is our duty to not let the innocent run astray and to guide them away from the omnipresent evils in the world and to shelter them under the roof of fairness and justice, and the domain of rhyme and reason.

When people run into fear and they can’t comprehend what is actually going on they do not stop to think, but go into an immoral rampage of shock. They do not let anyone come into their minds and will not let anyone influence them for the better. They grow hatred that comes as a protective shell over the fear. Which they seek ultimately to conceal making themselves seem stronger. They only need to be influenced by the horrific mistakes they make by robbing the world of innocence as a selfish way to defend themselves of the fear they have inside of them. It is human nature to want to fear to be able to fight it, to slay it, or so it seems. They slay the wrong creature and not the beast hidden behind fear, prejudice and injustice

  Often when a person who is influenced by prejudice comes upon a black male they think of criminals and gangs. This in turn leads to fear I talked about earlier. An urge becomes present. To protect ones security from “obvious” suspicions of whom a black male could be. In Trayvon’s unfortunate case a man who had suspicions especially because he was black killed him. Zimmerman claimed he was led to believe Trayvon was up to some suspicious behavior because he was wearing a hooded sweatshirt. Doesn’t any average person go around in a hooded sweatshirt? Yes, they do. So why would it have been different in Trayvon’s case? It wasn’t. It was prejudice most likely that lead Zimmerman to his unjust actions. This in turn left Trayvon’s family in despair over their loss. It was an act of inexplicable immorality and injustice and should be dealt with in the proper manner.  

A Bizarre and Eventful Day

          All has been bizarre this summer when the sweltering heat became cooler by several degrees and the snow began to fall. I ain't never seen snow before. I heard about it , but never seen it. Scout ain't never seen  it either. She didn't even know what is wad. She began gettin' all fussy and goin' on bout' how the world was endin'. Not much time elapsed before Scout and I were out conspiring to build a snowman. I told Atticus, but he says we ain't never gonna find enough snow to build a real snowman. Maybe we can only build a snow baby, but I know I'll think of somethin'.
           
           There is some dissension in my mind over Atticus' opinion I know I can do it, I mean make a real snowman. I'll make it memorable too. I started off with some dirt and then plastered the snow I had around it to make it look like Mr. Avery. I added some branches for arms. Then I added a stick of stove wood as a final touch to finish my masterpiece. But before I was finished I think it became imminent to Scout who the snowman would turn out to be.
            
           It soon began to stop snowin' when Scout and I became exited to show Atticus our creation. When he finally came out to see it he was surprised to see I'd made a real snowman. He got closer to get a better look, but then steppet back all of a sudden. He went along tellin' I had to to disguise him and that I can't go round makin' no caricatures pf the neighbors. He says I got to add somethin'. I run to Miss Maudie's and grab her hat and pruners and put em' on the snowman. Atticus told me that that was better. Miss Maudie's yellin' at me to bring back he hat and pruners, but she's laughin' too, jus like Atticus. Atticus is so meticulous when he's lookin' at somethin' there ain't nevr anything he doesn't see. He jus takes it all in. He really gave me a nice compliment bout' my snowman and how I came up with the idea. I felt lionized by the compliment as my ears turned beet red.
           
            We went to bed that night and slept until one in the mornin', but Atticus came to gently shake us both awake. Once we new it was so early me and Scout both knew somethin' was wrong. We quickly got our bathrobes on and walked down the stairs. All I was trying to do was apprehend what exactly was going on. However when I walked out the front door with Atticus and Scout, right before my eyes was the calamity of Miss Maudie's house ablaze flames licking around every inch of wood in sight. The orange flames caused columns of thick smoke to rise high into the air. The light from the fire reflected of the clouds which were the color of darkness. Burnt coals were floating up then coming down again like an obscure rain which was casting a shadow of what her house used to be along the ground and her charred azaleas.

       Everything was in a state of anarchy  with the firemen rushing to and forth the hose showering the scene before us with water. Atticus went up to the porch blackened by ash to get Miss Maudie's oak chair. He picked it up and brought out of the flames unharmed. Scout and I were infront of the Radley place away from the burning blaze. We were both warm from the fire even though it was a somewhat frigid night especially for Maycomb County.


               After the flames were extinguished we went home and crawled into our beds. The next mornin' when I went out I saw Miss Maudie starin' at a dark hole where her house used to stand. I was jus thinkin' about how she had to watch every part of her house, except for the big oak chair Atticus rescued, burn down and assimilate itself into the dark pile of ash at the bottom of the hole she was now starin' at. 


               Later when I was back at home it felt like we were bein' arraigned before Atticus in court during one of his cases. While he was interrogating us about where Scout got a brown wool blanket that was perched up around her shoulders. Atticus said we should thank the person for wrappin' us in that blanket.
We both asked who we should thank. Atticus said Boo Radley. I was shackled to the spot in fear when I first heard the name. But then I began to realize Boo came outta that house for us. That was the cause of warmth other than the fire. I realized Boo had done somethin' other than the, now evident to be lies, stories the neighbors spread about him.