Last summer I posted an entry in this blog addressing the mostly negative buzz surrounding the character of Atticus Finch in Harper Lee’s recently-discovered sequel to To Kill a Mockingbird, entitled Go Set a Watchman. In it, I observed that I found it entirely believable that a leading citizen of a Deep South town in the first half of the twentieth century could at once be committed to the administration of justice in the eyes of the law and at the same time harbor racist sentiments; something a lot of readers of Lee’s recently-released book seemed to abhor if not entirely reject. At best they expressed disappointment, and at worst disillusion with the sequel. I finally got around to actually reading Watchman recently, and I stand by my original supposition. In fact, I will go so far as to say that Watchman, while not as inspiring or as polished, is in its own way equally as compelling a piece of literature as Mockingbird for the reason that it demonstrates just as well the complexity and contradiction of Southern culture at the time. The book, in my opinion, is nothing less than a window into Lee’s own tortured frustration at dearly loving her home yet feeling that she no longer had at place in it intellectually or morally because of her stance on bigotry. It is sociology, it is cultural analysis, and it is history.

Since so much has been written about the book, I will refrain from much discussion of its rather unpolished nature—it was, after all, published “as is” after discovery over five decades since the author last touched it and abounds with complex and seemingly unfinished storylines. It presents some coherent thoughts nonetheless, the preeminent of which is the main character’s attempt to deal with incongruity of her image of her father after she returns home from New York as an adult to discover he has become involved with the local chapter of the Citizen’s Council and appears to her to be a classic Civil Rights obstructionist.
A few testy exchanges between the Jean Louise (the adult Scout Finch) and Atticus, in which she challenges him for raising her with a degree of idealism he perhaps never reached, contain the essence of the book:
“Jean Louise, I’m only trying to tell you some plain truths. You must see things as they are, as well as they should be.” “Then why didn’t you show me things as they are when I sat on your lap? Why didn’t you show me, why weren’t you careful when you read me history and the things that I thought meant something to you that there was a fence around everything marked ‘White Only’?” (243)
“I mean I grew up right here in your house, and I never knew what was in your mind. I only heard what you said. You neglected to tell me that we were naturally better than the Negroes…” (247)
“You cheated me, you’ve driven me out of my home and now I’m in no-man’s-land but good—there’s no place for me any more in Maycomb, and I’ll never be entirely at home anywhere else.” (248)
Atticus’ rationale, even if presented in the most decent way possible, of course comes off as unconvincing. But Lee humanizes and in a way helps explain why so many otherwise good people seemed to sit idly by while glaring societal problems festered in the South of her youth. In simplest terms, they had to live in their communities, and even the most enlightened were reluctant to become a martyr for a cause they were sure to lose. Jean Louise in the end makes a reluctant peace with her father, coming to appreciate him as a good but flawed man, realizing she never should have seen him as anything but that. Things don’t all end on some artificial upbeat measure, though, as the racist views which held sway in her hometown appear as entrenched as ever at the novel’s end.
The book is so clearly a statement on the era in which the story contained in To Kill a Mockingbird transcended that it seems a shame in hindsight that it was not released in the era in which it was set. The book is a social history of the South at a particular time, providing with rare candor the inner turmoil produced in people who were aware that their society had problems but were all too often unwilling or unable to initiate change until it was forced upon them. Had it been released decades previously, it may have had as much resonance as To Kill a Mockingbird. It never will today, but as a historian of the South, I am glad we finally have it.
JMB