Mrs. Turpin comes across as a lady with good manners. One who was raised and lived with money and respect. At first I was put off by the way she talked about white-trash and niggers, how she seemed to put down anyone who did not have as much as her. However, she did try to help everyone but was it because she really wanted to or because she felt it was her place in society to do so. The fact that she noticed the shoes that everyone wore tells me she sizes people up by their shoes. People with nice shoes have money, People with worn shoes worked hard, People with worn out shoes was poor. Mrs. Turpin thought everyone had a place in life no one was equal. I must say if I was in the waiting room I might want to throw a book at her too. To call her an old wart hog from hell did more damage than any book could have done. Those words tugged at her. She could forget the pain and bruise but those four words would not leave her mind. I think Mrs. Turpin realized that she was not as nice a person as she thought she was. Even in talking to the niggers in the back of the truck, she told them her story but looked down on them for taken her side and telling her what a nice, pretty, white lady she was. She went to the pig parlor to see if she could see any of herself in the pigs. I think what she learned that day is we are all equal and when she gets into heaven it is not going to matter what color your skin is or how worn your shoes are. I think she learned maybe she needed to change her ways.
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