I have this memory from high school. It was English class, I'm pretty sure it was my sophomore year. We had just read "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson- I think anyone who has ever taken an English Literature class knows the one I'm talking about. A town gathers in a yearly ritual, one who's form and purpose has been mostly forgotten. Each family draws lots, and one family draws the piece of paper marked with a black spot. That family draws again amongst themselves- even little Davy. And then Mrs Hutchinson, matriarch of her family, screams that "It isn't fair, it isn't right," as her village, her friends, her family, take up rocks to stone her to death.
