“I watched Ras on his horse and their handful of guns…” With just thirteen words, a minefield of images from the narrator's voice tells a background story . "I." This pronoun says a lot about who, with his words and his voice, will lead us through the seemingly important story that will follow. The scene that is painted to readers from the beginning is that of post-medieval violence. The “guns” do not evoke carefree and cheerful images, but those of terror and death; adrenaline. The I in this story wants to share a terribly significant story. To understand the full meaning, we need to dig much deeper and find out who Ras is, why our narrator is watching them, and what events have happened so far for this moment to occur. Why is this story important to the narrator? Reading a little further, readers can glimpse the genre of the intellectual voice. “…a handful of guns and I recognized the absurdity of the whole night and the simple yet complex arrangement of hope and desire, fear and hate…” This voice speaking to us is that of an educated woman . The quote “…nonsense all night…” leads the reader to believe that she is a 'thinker', someone who continually reflects on past events. Most people would not try to recall memories of the past unless a truly memorable and/or unpleasant event occurred. The narrator focuses on the smallest descriptions and elaborations, but speaks in a way that lets readers know that she has had a formal education. A male would rather talk about an exact number of guns, rather than comment on the quantity as if it were a “handful.” A male also wouldn't describe the night's events with words like “hope and desire,” and he wouldn't… middle of paper… they're trying to impose and protect. He is part of the same people as all men, but they don't see it that way. They are trying to drive her away. “…but only by their confusion, impatience, and refusal to recognize the wonderful absurdity of their American identity and mine…” Our narrator is an intellectual immigrant whose self-image allows her to see that she is actually equal to men; she is American. The very idea of ​​being an “American” is directly linked to immigration; the United States of America was founded by immigrants exactly like the narrator; the “beautiful absurdity” is men's blindness to who they really are when she already knows “…and knowing now who I was and where I was and also knowing that I no longer had to run away…”. She's in a safe place, hidden from the Ras and Jacks, invisible right now.