I am writing an essay about the loss of innocence, more specifically about how innocence is not all lost at once, but gradually fades away.
Judge Taylor was polling the jury: 'Guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...' I peeked at Jem: his hands were white from gripping the balcony rail, and his shoulders jerked as if each "guilty" was a separate stab between them." Chapter 21
It was Jem's turn to cry. His face was streaked with angry tears as we made our way through the cheerful crowd. 'It ain't right,' he muttered, all the way to the corner of the square...Chapter 22
"He's nothin' but a nigger-lover!"
"He is not," I roared. "I don't know what you're talkin' about, but you better cut it out this red hot minute!" Chapter 9
Atticus looked from behind the his paper...He sighed, and said rape was the carnal knowledge of a female by force and without consent. Chapter 14
"Cry about the simple hell people give other people... Cry about the hell white people give colored folks without even stopping to think that they're people, too." Chapter 20
