Here’s a grim conflation of thoughts: on this day (January
11), the first recorded state lottery occurred in 1569—Queen Elizabeth I
instituted it in England (read more here).
Once that caught on, other lotteries popped up various
places, including the early American colonies, where lotteries helped capitalize early development.
Now, in 2016 the U.S. is seized with an overwhelming lottery
fever with the Powerball in January, which has reached—as I write this—a total
of over 1 billion dollars. Yes, I did
write Billion. (No doubt, Queen Elizabeth I would LOVE such a national
outpouring of … madness for money.)
Of course, there have been other lotteries. Think the draft lottery in the 1960s, during
the Vietnam conflict. Thousands of men drew the wrong number, were sent to
Vietnam and then were killed there.
One of the most astonishing and horrifying stories in
American literature is Shirley Jackson’s short story “The Lottery.”* It is such a riveting story, and when you
read it the first time—it takes your breath away.
Oh, my—I just had a sudden awful thought. Since Donald Trump
is so derisive and dismissive of immigrants in our country, I hope he doesn’t
read the story “The Lottery.” It might give him an idea of how to “get rid of
immigrants.” One at a time.
Nah—I feel a bit relieved. Such an approach while
sensational, would be far too slow, not splashy enough for his Trumpness.**
Does this conflated thought sound crazy to you? Me, too. But then, I thought people taking his
Trumpness seriously and actually voting for him sounded crazy.
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*If you have not read it, you can here.
** From here ever after, I shall refer
to him as his Trumpness.