Then he said gently, “No son, those were our friends.”
“It wasn’t a—a gang?” Jem was looking from the corners of his eyes.
Atticus tried to stifle a smile but didn’t make it.
“No, we don’t have mobs and that nonsense in Maycomb. I’ve never heard of a gang in Maycomb.”
“Ku Klux got after some Catholics one time.” “Never heard of any Catholics in Maycomb either,” said Atticus,
“you’re confusing that with something else.” Way back about nineteen-twenty there was a Klan,
but it was a political organization more than anything.
Besides, they couldn’t find anybody to scare. They paraded by Mr. Sam Levy’s house one night,
but Sam just stood on his porch and told them things had come to a pretty pass, he’d sold them the very sheets on their backs.
Sam made them so ashamed of themselves they went away.”
The Levy family met all criteria for being Fine Folks: they did the best they could with the sense they had,
and they had been living on the same plot of ground in Maycomb for five generations.
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