Author's note: This is a response to the short story "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson. I am explaining my thoughts about the short story.
"The
Lottery" is a short story about a town that has a tradition every year of
conducting a "Lottery". First everyone would come up and choose a
card out of the black box at the center of the crowd. Then the family with the
black dot card would re draw and the person with the black dot next would be
stoned to death by the rest of the crowd. I feel like this would be really
messed up if it was real and if it was at this point today the government would
shut it down or everyone would leave the town.
If I was in this
town and I was going to the lottery I would say I have to go to the bathroom
before I got there and then I would flee the town with my family hen no one was
looking. If I had to go to the lottery I wouldn't throw a rock at them I would
probably just leave the crowd at that point and go home. Then finally if I was
picked I would try to escape before the crowd surrounded me and if all else
fails I would pick up a rock and throw it back into the crowd.
In the end I feel
like this story is still some what weird even though I isn't real because you
still think of the scene in your head
when you read the book. I do think that the story is very interesting and has a
good point. We do sort of do this in our mind when we participate in the
lottery because we are taking a big chance and when we lose the lottery we are
mad at the person who won instead of you and you think about them not existing
because they won and you are frustrated you lost.