Jem spoke. “Don’t call that a blind spot. He’d a’ killed you last night when he first went there.”
“He might have hurt me a little,” Atticus agreed, “but son, you’ll understand folks a little better when you’re older. A mob ’s always made up of people, no matter what. Mr. Cunningham was part of a mob last night, but he was still a man. Every mob in every little Southern town is always made up of people, you know – doesn’t say much for them, does it?”
“I’ll say not,” said Jem.
“So it took an eight-year-old child to bring ‘em to their senses, didn’t it?” said Atticus. “That proves something --- that a gang of wild animals can be stopped, simply because they’re still human. Hmph, maybe we need a police force of children… you children last night made Walter Cunningham stand in my shoes for a minute. That was enough.”
