The Lottery , my view

The lottery is a short story by Shirley Jackson, and this is what I think about it.

The lottery was a very welcome festival and in all ways makes you think that it was normal: "Soon the men began to gather surveying their own children, speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes." and "The women, wearing faded dresses and sweaters, came shortly afetr their manfolk. They greeted one another and exchanged bits of gossip as they went to join their husbands." This is normal, and stated nothing about the unusual ending. Also there is anticipation and nervousness during the lottery, as shown in paragraph 9 in their tone "Mr Summers who had been waiting said cheerfully,"Thought we were going to have to get on without you Tessie." Mrs Hutchinson said grinning, "Wouldn't have me leave m'dishes on the sink, now would you Joe?" and the way the story was told was in such a casual friendly tone, it told me at first that the lottery was a good thing! It was not until the end when they told us the fate of the winners. In this unusual context which was supposedly pointless, many wrote to express thier disgust when this was first published. In the time this story was written, tradition was probably rampant. In paragraph 17, they described the people who gave up the lottery a pack of crazy fools. This was because of "Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon." It is ridiculous that over a good harvest, the lottery is held and a sacrifice is made. Even tradition could split apart friends as just a while ago they were chatting happily! At the end, in paragraph 30 "Mrs Delacroix selected a stone so huge she had to pick it up with both hands" This ending, where Tessie got stoned, shows particularly how evil we can be, killing for our own good. Also this shows us how ritual behaviour: like "I killed for a yearly tradition" can be extremely dangerous.
When Mrs Hutchinson demanded that her daughter also be included in the lottery to improve her chances of living, it is also how much we can do to be desperate for our own life. We are all selfish. Sad.

Edit: OMG I just found out Delacroix means the cross in latin