Eleven years ago, I moved into my current apartment. It’s situated mere blocks from one of the most gang-saturated areas of the U.S. When I first moved in, gunfire could be heard about twice a week.
Eleven years. I don’t have a gun, but I’m still alive.
I have never wanted a gun. I have never needed one. I didn’t even feel an urge to buy a gun after I watched as the drug dealer downstairs popped a couple of rounds into a flower bed next to a guy who was breaking into his car.
I do not fear the criminals. I do not need a gun to make me feel safe or whole. And millions of other people miraculously manage to survive every single day, all around the world, without owning a gun.
If I had a family living here with me, would I want to buy a gun? No. Because I know that the presence of a gun in the household actually increases the likelihood that a family member will be hurt or killed.
I walk down the street here at 3am, and I do not wish I had a gun. I do not live in fear.
Some commenters suggest I study the history of Nazi Germany – the inference being that once any gun law is made, that’s when the government will turn on its citizens, and seize military control over every inch of and every person in the United States.
Do I fear a government takeover? Well… did that happen in Australia? Japan? England?
No, I do not fear a government takeover.
To quote from “Dune” — “Fear is the mind killer.”
In the end, common sense wins over fear.
All we have to do is act on our common sense.