Mirta Ojio’s book Hunting Season, Immigration and Murder in an All-American Town is based on a true story of an immigrant’s murder that turned a small American town on Long Island village of Patchogue into a war zone for immigration rights. In this critical reflection paper, I will discuss and analyze three key issues or themes that were represented in the Hunting Season and elaborate how these concepts connect with those of Governing Immigration through Crime by Dowling and Inda. The first concept is that of the Membership Theory, a theory which “limits individual rights and privileges to the members of a social contract between the government and the people” (Dowling & Inda,2013). The Membership theory often marks out boundaries of who is an accepted member of society and who isn’t, which was demonstrated in Hunting Season when Marcelo Lucero traveled from Ecuador to Long Island.…
Hello Nosleep family. I'm writing to you tonight because I've experienced something grim in the last few days. This is the first time I've had access to anything connected to the internet since shortly after the "incident" began. I've been running on about four hours of fearful "rest" since about five days ago, so please forgive me if my recalling is scattered. I live in a small city of about 15,000 people.…
Each step is precise, each movement fluid, and every sense awake, ready. The hunter is alive, adrenaline coursing through his blood. Rustling leaves scream his prey’s hiding place. His body moves without thought, instincts becoming all that he knows. The hunted recognizes this rhythm of feet pounding the ground, knows it better than his own heartbeat.…
In her book, The Hunting Season: Immigration and Murder in an All-American Town, Mitra Ojito describes in detail the story of the murder of Marcelo Lucero, who was murdered after being cornered by a group of teenage boys in a small town in New York. Starting with the title itself and continuing throughout the entire book, Ojito employs comparison and contrast to establish characters, set the tone, and present every side of this terrible situation. Though the situation perhaps begs for a scapegoat, for a villain, someone to place blame on and dismiss in order to avoid digging deeper, Ojito refuses this option and instead commits, mainly through the use of juxtaposition, to a truthful examining of the years of hatred, misconceptions, and opposing…
"The directions after the ally were clearly not thought out, completely fake, as if he was supposed to die in the ally. The killer must've intended to give the victim a fake map and strike in the ally. The beginning of the map made perfect sense. This was thought out, for a long time." Grayson explained.…
Bugs love me. It is an unrequited love. In the forests of North Carolina where I have spent summers since I was seven years old, it was a constant battle not to be consumed by the never ending mass of insects who rated me five-star cuisine. Maybe it was my fair skin, the light hue that drew them like a lantern in the night. Or maybe it was my fresh mint shampoo that made them think I was a part of the nature they so adored.…
I went hunting last summer. It is fun to go hunting. I don't remember the exact day but I know it was really really cold I wore 2 pairs of socks, a shirt,under shirt,and a hoodie and I was still cold. We went hunting three days in a row.…
It is the spring semester of 2016 at National Park Community College. The day begins with Joan Henry’s English Composition 11 class where Mrs. Henry divides the class into groups of four. She gives the class our first assignment which includes exchanging contact information and an informal interview. The topics chosen for the interview include my classmate’s hobbies, accomplishments and goals. The three English Composition 11 students I interviewed are Kevin Uribes, Jennifer Conrad and Shandi Trent.…
9/13/15 I went to check my camera yesterday, and I was so surprised! I had a huge buck that had split G2s and had a really wide rack. I knew when I saw that buck I had my mind set to kill that deer. I will sit in my stand all day if that’s what it takes to kill this deer. Then I got to thinking if I was going to talk about this deer I needed to have a name for this buck.…
beep beep beep, the sound of my alarm went off at 5:00am on the first day of first season deer hunting! Caleb sat up and said turn that stupid thing off I wanna go back to bed, so I turned it off and looked at him and said get up we have to get ready. We got out of bed and started to get are hunting clothes on, I pulled up the weather on my phone and it was going to be a cold day. We finished putting our clothes on and got our guns ready and put them in the truck. And just like that we were off.…
When it comes to hunting, I like to hunt grouse, duck, pheasant, goose, and deer with my bow. I also enjoy fishing. Last year, I shot my first buck. It was a 10 pointer that I shot with my bow. When I went to state for archery, I took second place with a perfect score.…
The first time I ever shot a deer came as a tremendous surprise to me. It happened about four years ago. I had hunted for a while before that, but that was the first year that I actually took it seriously and I got my gun safety license so I could shoot. It was the second weekend in rifle season, so it was empty in the woods and quiet.…
Deer hunting with my dad always brings joy to my life. He has taught me everything I know about shooting a gun, and being able to patiently wait for the animal. My dad is a great teacher and super supportive if I miss a shot. Instead of getting enraged, he encourages me try again. Deer hunting is one of the many events my dad and I can do to bond, and strengthen our father and daughter relationship.…
It was a brisk fall morning in November. I had woken up extra early just to make sure I could make it out to my stand before the sun would peek above the horizon. I’m not much of a morning person, so waking up can be a difficult challenge for me. Since it was just my first year of deer hunting, my dad had agreed to sit out in the stand with me just incase any trouble came about. I quickly brushed my teeth, got dressed in blaze orange from head to toe, grabbed some snacks, and began the journey out to the stand where I would be sitting for a while.…
My First Deer One brisk 30 degree day in January, when I was nine years old, was a day for which I was extremely excited. My dad got me out of school earlier that day, so we could go deer hunting. I had already shot a turkey the year before, so guns were nothing new to me. We made a quick stop at my house so that we could pick up the .243 youth edition, a really short barreled .243, that my dad had bought just about a month before so that we could go hunting, and I would actually be able to handle the gun. At this point we did not have the hunting land that we do today, so we went to my grandpa’s house and hunted in the clearing of trees behind his house.…