“I watched Ras on his horse and their handful of weapons…” In just thirteen words, a minefield of images from the narrator's voice tells an underlying story. "I." This pronoun says a lot about whose words and whose voice will guide us through the seemingly important story that is to follow. The scene that is painted for readers at the very beginning is one of post-medieval violence. “Guns” do not conjure up images of carefree and joyful, but those of terror and death; adrenaline. The “I” of this tale wants to share a terribly significant story. To understand the full meaning, we need to delve much deeper and find out who Ras is, why our narrator is watching them, and what events have taken place so far for this moment to happen. Why is this story important to the narrator? By reading a little further, readers can gain insight into the genre of the intellectual voice. “…a handful of weapons and I recognized the absurdity of the whole night and the simple but bewilderingly complex arrangement of hope and desire, fear and hatred…” This voice that speaks to us is that of an educated woman. The quote “…the absurdity of the whole night…” leads the reader to believe that she is a “thinker,” someone who continually thinks about past events. Most people would not try to recall memories from the past unless a very memorable and/or unpleasant event occurred. The narrator focuses on the smallest of descriptions and elaborates, but speaks in a way that lets readers know that she had a formal education. A man prefers to talk about an exact number of weapons, rather than commenting on the quantity by talking about a “handful”. Nor would a man describe the night's events with words like "hope and desire", and describe... middle of paper... that he is trying to uphold and protect. She is part of the same people as all men, but they don't see her that way. They try to chase her away. “…but only because of their confusion, their impatience, and their refusal to recognize the beautiful absurdity of their American identity and mine…” Our narrator is an intellectual immigrant whose self-image allows her to see that she is in fact the same as men. ; she is American. The very idea of ​​being “American” is directly linked to immigration; the United States of America was founded by immigrants just like the narrator; the “beautiful absurdity” is the blindness of men to who they really are when she already knows “…and knowing now who I was and where I was and knowing also that I no longer needed to flee…” . She is in a safe place, hidden from Ras and Jack, at the moment she is invisible.