To Kill a Mockingbird. Chapters 24-29

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1 To Kill a Mockingbird Chapters 24-29

2 Agenda + Learning Targets Agenda: 1. Highlight + Lowlight from break 2. Review Assignments 3. Work Time + Crash Course? Learning Targets: 1. Students will be able to self-assess their current engagement with the assignments and complete missing work. 2. Students will be able to perform a close read of the text.

3 What was your highlight and / or lowlight from the break?

4 Write down the names of 3 people that you would like to work with to write your essay on To Kill a Mockingbird. TURN THIS IN

5 ALL ASSIGNMENTS LISTED BELOW DUE FRIDAY. NO ASSIGNMENTS ACCEPTED AFTER FRIDAY, JANUARY 6 1. Quiz Chapters Quiz Chapters Quiz Chapter Chapter 10 (Mad Dog Scene) Chart (TEPAC) 5. Chapter 12 (Church Scene) Chart (TEPAC) 6. Chapters 12 rewrite/paragraph 7. Trial Evidence chart 8. Chapter Reactions to the Trial 9. Read chapters (and complete the following slides!)

6 Quotations 1. Review the quotes on the following slides a. Make sure that you understand the context of the quotes and why they are significant. b. If they do not make sense, look back to the page in the book to read more in depth before and after the quote to make sure you understand. c. If you still do not understand, consult with a classmate and work through the quotes together. d. TURN IN: This quote/excerpt is important because (pick 1 to 2 stems) i. It reveals about the plot which is important because - ii. It reveals about a character which is important because - iii. It reveals about which is important because -

7 Close Read Chapter 24 page 234 Calpurnia was telling Miss Rachel s cook the other day how bad Tom was taking things and she didn t stop talking when I came into the kitchen. She said there wasn t a thing Atticus could do to make being shut up easier for him, that the last thing he said to Atticus before they took him down to the prison camp was, Good-bye, Mr. Finch, there ain t nothin you can do now, so there ain t no use tryin. Calpurnia said Atticus told her that the day they took Tom to prison he just gave up hope. She said Atticus tried to explain things to him, and that he must do his best not to lose hope because Atticus was doing his best to get him free. Miss Rachel s cook asked Calpurnia why didn t Atticus just say yes, you ll go free, and leave it at that seemed like that d be a big comfort to Tom. Calpurnia said, Because you ain t familiar with the law. First thing you learn when you re in a lawin family is that there ain t any definite answers to anything. Mr. Finch couldn t say somethin s so when he doesn t know for sure it s so.

8 Close Read Chapter 24 pages Cal, Atticus said, I want you to go with me out to Helen Robinson s house What s the matter? Aunt Alexandra asked, alarmed by the look on my father s face. Tom s dead. Aunt Alexandra put her hands to her mouth. They shot him, said Atticus. He was running. It was during their exercise period. They said he just broke into a blind raving charge at the fence and started climbing over. Right in front of them Didn t they try to stop him? Didn t they give him any warning? Aunt Alexandra s voice shook. Oh yes, the guards called to him to stop. They fired a few shots in the air, then to kill. They got him just as he went over the fence. They said if he d had two good arms he d have made it, he was moving that fast. Seventeen bullet holes in him. They didn t have to shoot him that much. Cal, I want you to come out with me and help me tell Helen. Yes sir, she murmured, fumbling at her apron. Miss Maudie went to Calpurnia and untied it. This is the last straw, Atticus, Aunt Alexandra said. Depends on how you look at it, he said. What was one Negro, more or less, among two hundred of em? He wasn t Tom to them, he was an escaping prisoner. Atticus leaned against the refrigerator, pushed up his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. We had such a good chance, he said. I told him what I thought, but I couldn t in truth say that we had more than a good chance. I guess Tom was tired of white men s chances and preferred to take his own. Ready, Cal? Yessir, Mr. Finch. Then let s go.

9 Chapter 25 page 241 Mr. Underwood didn t talk about miscarriages of justice, he was writing so children could understand. Mr. Underwood simply figured it was a sin to kill cripples, be they standing, sitting, or escaping. He likened Tom s death to the senseless slaughter of songbirds by hunters and children, and Maycomb thought he was trying to write an editorial poetical enough to be reprinted in The Montgomery Advertiser. How could this be so, I wondered, as I read Mr. Underwood s editorial. Senseless killing Tom had been given due process of law to the day of his death; he had been tried openly and convicted by twelve good men and true; my father had fought for him all the way. Then Mr. Underwood s meaning became clear: Atticus had used every tool available to free men to save Tom Robinson, but in the secret courts of men s hearts Atticus had no case.

10 Chapter 26 page 245 Equal rights for all, special privileges for none, I quoted. Very good, Jean Louise, very good, Miss Gates smiled. In front of DEMOCRACY, she printed WE ARE A. Now class, say it all together, We are a democracy. We said it. Then Miss Gates said, That s the difference between America and Germany. We are a democracy and Germany is a dictatorship. Dictator-ship, she said. Over here we don t believe in persecuting anybody. Persecution comes from people who are prejudiced. Prejudice, she enunciated carefully. There are no better people in the world than the Jews, and why Hitler doesn t think so is a mystery to me. An inquiring soul in the middle of the room said, Why don t they like the Jews, you reckon, Miss Gates? I don t know, Henry. They contribute to every society they live in, and most of all, they are a deeply religious people. Hitler s trying to do away with religion, so maybe he doesn t like them for that reason. Cecil spoke up. Well I don t know for certain, he said, they re supposed to change money or somethin, but that ain t no cause to persecute em. They re white, ain t they? Miss Gates said, When you get to high school, Cecil, you ll learn that the Jews have been persecuted since the beginning of history, even driven out of their own country. It s one of the most terrible stories in history. Time for arithmetic, children.

11 Chapter 27 Three Things Happened: 1. Bob Ewell was fired from his job for laziness 2. Judge Taylor found his back door swinging open and the shadow of an intruder 3. Mr. Ewell was giving Helen trouble on her way to work, Link Deas threatened him with jail and he gave no further trouble Stay Tuned: There will be a Halloween Pageant and Scout is to be the Ham My costume was not much of a problem. Mrs. Crenshaw, the local seamstress, had as much imagination as Mrs. Merriweather. Mrs. Crenshaw took some chicken wire and bent it into the shape of a cured ham. This she covered with brown cloth, and painted it to resemble the original. I could duck under and someone would pull the contraption down over my head. It came almost to my knees. Mrs. Crenshaw thoughtfully left two peepholes for me. She did a fine job. Jem said I looked exactly like a ham with legs. There were several discomforts, though: it was hot, it was a close fit; if my nose itched I couldn t scratch, and once inside I could not get out of it alone (253).

12 Chapter 28 These are CRITICAL pages to the end of the story. Read Pages No quote assignment

13 Chapter 29 Page 269 Don t like to contradict you, Mr. Finch wasn t crazy, mean as hell. Low-down skunk with enough liquor in him to make him brave enough to kill children. He d never have met you face to face. Mr. Finch, there s just some kind of men you have to shoot before you can say hidy to em. Even then, they ain t worth the bullet it takes to shoot em. Ewell as one of em. Atticus said, I thought he got it all out of him the day he threatened me. Even if he hadn t, I thought he d come after me. He had guts enough to pester a poor colored woman, he had guts enough to pester Judge Taylor when he thought the house was empty, so do you think he da met you to your face in daylight?

14 Chapter 29 Page 270 He was still leaning against the wall. He had been leaning against the wall when I came into the room, his arms folded across his chest. As I pointed he brought his arms down and pressed the palms of his hands against the wall. They were white hands, sickly white hands that had never seen the sun, so white they stood out garishly against the dull cream wall in the dim light of Jem s room. I looked from his hands to his sand-stained khaki pants; my eyes traveled up his thin frame to his torn denim shirt. His face was as white as his hands, but for a shadow on his jutting chin. His cheeks were thin to hollowness; his mouth was wide; there were shallow, almost delicate indentations at his temples, and his gray eyes were so colorless I thought he was blind. His hair was dead and thin, almost feathery on top of his head. When I pointed to him his palms slipped slightly, leaving greasy sweat streaks on the wall, and he hooked his thumbs in his belt. A strange small spasm shook him, as if he heard fingernails scrape slate, but as I gazed at him in wonder the tension slowly drained from his face. His lips parted into a timid smile, and our neighbor s image blurred with my sudden tears. Hey, Boo, I said.

15 To Kill a Mockingbird Crash Course for those who complete quote assignments Crash Course Part 1 Crash Course Part 2: Race, Class, and Gender