This issue of guns and gun rights has always fascinated me.
You have people who live in areas where gun violence is rare — so rare that incidents become the lead story on the news.
These are the folks who moved to those areas in the first place out of some fear of a phantom “other,” only to learn that the phantom is among them and not outside. These are the folks who desire to arm themselves to the teeth in fear of something dark and sinister lurking in the shadows, while dreaming up Revere-esque fantasies of modern-day “redcoats.” These are the “real Americans,” who want to have more guns than the police — who are at the ready to wage war on…
Then you have people who live in communities where guns and the havoc they can bring have are very real, where the dead and the dying are real people. Baltimore. Chicago. DC. Detroit. St. Louis. The list goes on.
They don’t make the News – mentioned as nothing but body counts at 6 and 11 p.m. Their names don’t become national rallying cries.
Unknown. Faceless. Statistics.
None in those communities are clamoring for more guns in the neighborhood. None in those neighborhoods are declaring war on their government. None in those neighborhoods are preparing for war against their fellow citizens. None are saying “if only I had an assault weapon.”
When you see what guns can do in the wrong hands each and every day — not just once in a blue moon — there is no time for fantasy…