My Family

My white woman shot herself when she found out about my colored mistress. It was a horrific experience, but I still do not regret  my choices. I do prefer colored people. Why does that matter? Why does my preferences have anything to do with my wife's death? I don't understand why the hatred for a colored person can go to such an extreme. It's unfathomable. I still care for my mullato children, but I'm slightly worried about how their future will be. I understand that society might not be willing to accept them, but I can try my best and provide them with everything that they will need.

My Way of Living

Yes, I do drink out of a paper bag. But have I ever specified that the substance was actual liquor? I find it easier if I let people believe what they want to. After the incident with my wife, I keep up the image as a drunkard to give the public a reason for me to live the way I do. Life has already been difficult enough without people judging your way of living. 

-Dolpus Raymond

The Trial

During the Tom Robinson's trial, I sat with the blacks. I felt sharp eyes gazing over at me and whispering behind my back. I knew what people were saying. An old, rich man drinking out of a paper bag sitting with a bunch of blacks. Who can say anything good about that? Anyways, the trial was quite upsetting. Although I was extremely impessed with Atticus' defense statements, I was awfully let down when Tom was announced guilty. Even though the jury was hesitant to reach a verdict, the end product was still predictable.

-Dolphus Raymond