Oh gosh, there they are again. Surely to God, they don’t think I’m trapped in this house of my own accord. Don’t they see...Don’t you see! Maycomb, please, see! I am stuck! This monster of a man they call my husband has imprisoned me here. None of you could fathom how much more I would love to be singing hymns in church with you than sitting in my living room tears streaking my face, wondering at what moment he’s going to walk in. Don’t any of you see, my son and I are but mockingbirds trapped in a cage set by Maycomb's true monster, all we want to do is escape and sing! I want to do nothing more than soar as I once did, beyond the grey walls and dying garden of this cage. But Maycomb’s monster has pinned me to the ground and clipped my wings, and a mockingbird with clipped wings never has the audacity to dream of flying again. …show more content…
He is the true monster of Maycomb. He is the monster who sneaks into Arthur’s room at night and has his way with him, leaving him paralyzed with fear. He is the monster who awakens the next morning shouting the same sentence over and over “you damn disgrace,” like a broken down jukebox. He is the monster who would sooner kill us, than have someone glimpse behind his idyllic mask to see his true form, even for but a second. Only one man has ever truly looked beyond the monster’s mask, Arthur has been forced to look deep into the pits of hell that live inside that man, and for the future of my son, so help him God, help him find the key to his cage and allow him to fly away and sing of the beauty found within this ugly world, as I once