TO kill a mockingbird

“To Kill a Mockingbird” By Nelle Harper Lee

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Part One
Chapter 1
When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.
When it healed, and Jem’s fears of never being able to play football were assuaged, he
was seldom self-conscious about his injury. His left arm was somewhat shorter than his
right; when he stood or walked, the back of his hand was at rightangles to his body, his
thumb parallel to his thigh. He couldn’t have cared less, so long as he could pass and
punt.
When enough years had gone by to enable us to look back on them, we sometimes
discussed the events leading to his accident. I maintain that the Ewells started it all, but
Jem, who was four years my senior, said it started long before that. He said it began the
summer Dillcame to us, when Dill first gave us the idea of making Boo Radley come
out.
I said if he wanted to take a broad view of the thing, it really began with Andrew
Jackson. If General Jackson hadn’t run the Creeks up the creek, Simon Finch would
never have paddled up the Alabama, and where would we be if he hadn’t? We were far
too old to settle an argument with a fist-fight, so we consulted Atticus.Our father said we
were both right.
Being Southerners, it was a source of shame to some members of the family that we
had no recorded ancestors on either side of the Battle of Hastings. All we had was
Simon Finch, a fur-trapping apothecary from Cornwall whose piety was exceeded only
by his stinginess. In England, Simon was irritated by the persecution of those who called
themselvesMethodists at the hands of their more liberal brethren, and as Simon called
himself a Methodist, he worked his way across the Atlantic to Philadelphia, thence to
Jamaica, thence to Mobile, and up the Saint Stephens. Mindful of John Wesley’s
strictures on the use of many words in buying and selling, Simon made a pile practicing
medicine, but in this pursuit he was unhappy lest he be tempted into doingwhat he
knew was not for the glory of God, as the putting on of gold and costly apparel. So
Simon, having forgotten his teacher’s dictum on the possession of human chattels,
bought three slaves and with their aid established a homestead on the banks of the
Alabama River some forty miles above Saint Stephens. He returned to Saint Stephens
only once, to find a wife, and with her established aline that ran high to daughters.
Simon lived to an impressive age and died rich.
It was customary for the men in the family to remain on Simon’s homestead, Finch’s
Landing, and make their living from cotton. The place was self-sufficient: modest in
comparison with the empires around it, the Landing nevertheless produced everything
required to sustain life except ice, wheat flour, and articlesof clothing, supplied by riverboats from Mobile.
Simon would have regarded with impotent fury the disturbance between the North and
the South, as it left his descendants stripped of everything but their land, yet the tradition
of living on the land remained unbroken until well into the twentieth century, when my
father, Atticus Finch, went to Montgomery to read law, and his younger brother wentto
Boston to study medicine. Their sister Alexandra was the Finch who remained at the
Landing: she married a taciturn man who spent most of his time lying in a hammock by
the river wondering if his trot-lines were full.
When my father was admitted to the bar, he returned to Maycomb and began his
practice. Maycomb, some twenty miles east of Finch’s Landing, was the county seat of
MaycombCounty. Atticus’s office in the courthouse contained little more than a hat rack,
a spittoon, a checkerboard and an unsullied Code of Alabama. His first two clients were
the last two persons hanged in the Maycomb County jail. Atticus had urged them to
accept the state’s generosity in allowing them to plead Guilty to second-degree murder
and escape with their lives, but they were Haverfords, in...