Mob Mentality In Shirley Jackson's The Lottery

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Mob Mentality in Fiction and Real Life
“In some societies, traditions have been in place for thousands of years. They are difficult to change since they are woven into individuals’ sense of self. People often feel that their own traditions are normal, even though anthropologists claim that few traditions are universal among cultures” (Jackson 856). In “The Lottery” the villagers gathered together for a harvest ritual, to my surprise I felt an eerie connection based on my own experiences growing up in a small farming community. “The Lottery” was written by Shirley Jackson and released in the New Yorker, to much dismay, in 1948. Jackson’s short story involved a small village performing their annual lottery in the hope that it would yield …show more content…

We had never been to a party, besides a few nights were we split a case of beer, upon arrival to the party, it was clear, we were in over our heads. There was an open bar, twenty-two kegs, and a table with an array of different types of drugs. Much like the town members in “The Lottery”, mob mentality took over myself and my group of friends as we were convinced to partake in the different libations of the night. As the night progressed so did the items that we were consuming. We started with beer and didn’t think to much of it, but when a group of seniors came and challenged us to do Jager bombs the night took off. We were all concerned, at first, but as the alcohol soaked into our brains we were just looking for the next thing to take our mind off how sore our bodies were from the earlier practice. Until finally it was time to leave, and piss drunk we all climbed into vehicles to drive home. I was in a lifted Jeep Cherokee with six of my teammates when the driver lost control and went off the road. As we were barreling toward a tree line the car seemed to increase in speed, and when the vehicle hit two large elm trees the car stopped instantly. Myself and the driver were thrown through the windshield, and everyone else in the backseat collided with the foot and a half diameter limb that went through the center of the windshield. The limb broke my best friends arm, broke another friends nose, and it had stopped on our starting point guards chest. What we didn’t realize was that the limb had crushed his ribcage and fluid was pouring into his lungs. Luckily, none of us were knocked out except for him, and we were able to call 911, the paramedics got their quickly, and he was airlifted to a hospital about twenty minutes away. Waiting for the ambulance was terrible, my friend was laying helpless on the ground, coughing up blood and struggling

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