Dear Danforth,
I fear the safety of this village is at risk more then ever before. You have made a grave mistake in believing the lies told by the children. The fate of many innocent lives now rests in your hands, and I regret putting my faith in your court. I came to Salem eager to help rid it of witchcraft, and reclaim this town for God. I realize that I have succeeded at neither of these. I feel that I am at fault for the fate of John Proctor and his wife. I assumed that the court would bring justice to Salem, yet it has only brought tyranny. These foolish children control your mind, Danforth, and therefore they control the entire town.
It is my greatest hope that God looks with mercy upon your soul, knowing that you killed innocent men and women. Also, you worsen the situation with concern for your own reputation. You refuse to free those who even you know to be innocent. John Proctor is no evil man. There will be chaos in the town on the day of his execution. If you set him free your reputation will be tarnished because the citizens would think it unfair to those innocent lives you have already taken. The town of Salem is caught in the chaos of a girl who has always seemed false to me, and she has tricked us all.
It is my hope, and it should be yours too, that Proctor will confess, because I know you have not the courage to set him free. If you prove me wrong in this matter by allowing for his freedom, I will be most pleased. Even if his confession is a lie let us hope that God damns a liar less then one who throws their life away for pride. We both have failed Danforth. God is the only judge now.
Sincerely,
Rev. Hale
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