This case, Tom Robinson’s case, is something that goes to the essence of a man’s conscience
Scout, I couldn’t go to church and worship God if I didn’t try to help that man.
“Atticus, you must be wrong…” “How’s that?” “Well, most folks seem to think they’re right and you’re wrong…
They’re certainly entitled to think that, and they’re entitled to full respect for their opinions,” said Atticus,
but before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.
When Jem returned, he found me still in Atticus’s lap, “Well, son?” said Atticus.
He set me on my feet, and I made a secret reconnaissance of Jem.
He seemed to be all in one piece, but he had a queer look on his face. Perhaps she had given him a dose of calomel.
“I cleaned it up for her and said I was sorry, but I ain’t, and that I’d work on them every Saturday and try to make them grow back out.”
“There was no point in saying you were sorry if you aren’t,” said Atticus.
“Jem, she’s old and ill. You can’t hold her responsible for what she says and does.
Of course, I’d rather she’d have said it to me than to either of you, but we can’t always have our ‘druthers.”
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