Blacks, Guns & CrimeJuan Williams, a black commentator, wrote an interesting article recently entitled “ Race and the Gun Debate.” (Wall St. Journal, Mar 27, 2013) Among the statistics he cites are that 54% of all murders involve black victims, virtually all of whom were killed by black murderers, and yet blacks comprise only 13% of the population.These are familiar numbers, but, as Williams points out, although more than half the “gun problem” can be laid at the feet of blacks, the gun debate never seems to mention this. If it were mentioned, the obvious thought that might occur is maybe it’s blacks that need to be regulated and not guns.Three years ago I wrote the following in the prologue to my book They Came For Our Guns, They came For Our Freedom (William Lafferty):
“ The single most important factor that has caused the political left to demand an end to private firearms ownership is that the underclass has, over the last fifty years, expanded exponentially, bringing with it an exponential increase in crime. Many of these criminals come from the single-parent families encouraged by the welfare system, a dysfunctional government give-away favored by the far left. The absence of fathers has led large numbers of children to seek gangs as a substitute for parenting not available at home. Not content with having created an entire class of welfare-bred criminals, the political left now seeks to protect this underclass by rendering ordinary citizens defenseless against crime perpetrated by these criminals.”In sum, both blacks and whites are part of this criminal underclass, but, as Juan Williams points out, blacks, a 13% minority, are doing 54% of the killing and dying. That needs to be said.Why is this happening? According to Juan Williams, the out of wedlock birth rate for blacks is now 72%. This leads to more than 70% of black mothers being on welfare raising more than 70% of black children without fathers.That’s part of the problem. Another part, Williams says, is:
“ a dysfunctional gangster-rap culture that glorifies promiscuity, drug dealers and the power of the gun.”So now we have black culture of violence financed by the welfare system producing what are – by any measure – distorted values. One might think this needs to be addressed.
“We only kill each other” – Bugsy Siegel
I’ve been getting numerous emails from them for some time now, alerting me to dealings in Washington which could use my attention.
Usually a day or two in advance of the NRA-ILA emails.(?)
I don’t have any money, but I sent them a small amount, anyway.
Go check out their site. It’s worth a look.
Sipsey Street Irregulars recounts for us idiocy in it’s highest form.
Those who know better.
Two masked men wearing hoodies and wielding handguns burst into the Pine Eagle Charter School in this tiny rural community on Friday. Students were at home for an in-service day, so the gunmen headed into a meeting room full of teachers and opened fire.
Someone figured out in a few seconds that the bullets were not drawing blood because they were blanks and the exercise was a drill, designed to test Pine Eagle’s preparation for an assault by “active shooters” who were, in reality, members of the school staff. But those few seconds left everybody plenty scared.
I’m with Dutchman6. If I’d been present (and legally armed) I’d have shot the bastards!
Reminiscent of my security guard days, walking into a cafeteria right after an ‘armed robber’ put a gun in the cashier’s face. It was Halloween and it was a friend of hers in costume. I arrived five minutes later.
He would have been shot – right there.
has passed and has been signed!
Arizona cities and counties that hold community gun buyback events will have to sell the surrendered weapons instead of destroying them under a bill Gov. Jan Brewer signed into law Monday.
The bill was championed by Republicans in the GOP-controlled Legislature who argued that municipalities were skirting a 2010 law that was tightened last year and requires police to sell seized weapons to federally licensed dealers. They argued that destroying property turned over to the government is a waste of taxpayer resources.
Democrats who argued against the bill said it usurps local control and goes against the wishes of people who turn over their unwanted weapons to keep them out of the hands of children or thieves.
As if purchasers from licensed dealers consist of children and thieves – both of who must pass a federal background check – Guffaw
Buybacks are popular among some police and elected officials who either pay cash or hand out gift cards in exchange for weapons. Tucson and other Arizona communities destroyed weapons from the events, arguing that because the guns were voluntarily surrendered, the laws concerning weapons seized by authorities didn’t apply.
Read the rest of the article: http://www.startribune.com/nation/205333731.html
h/t The Weapon Blog
As most of you know, my Fort Knox gun safe (800#) was taken from my former residence in 2007. My house had been hit by a drunk driver’s truck, and I was living elsewhere while repairs were being made (six months). The police excluded the contractors of complicity. I had my doubts. Still do. *SIGH*
None of my credit cards, birth certificate, checks, valuables or firearms ever surfaced. Thank you Fort Knox! I do still have the handle and combo dial they pried off, though.
When I remember my
arsenal small gun collection, I’ve fond memories of many of the missing pieces. I’ve vowed someday to replace them. Tough to do living on disability.
The Missing Top Five (in no particular order)
While thinking about the guns that were mine, I sometimes think about the guns that never were – those that I never owned, but wanted to. Good thing I didn’t, or they’d have been in the safe!
The Fantasy Guns
Do YOU have guns you miss or never had, but want?
FTC – none of the brand names gave me anything – now go away!
In 1909, back when tall buildings had elevator operators, one such worker was caught stealing from an apartment. A Pinkerton detective confronted the elevator operator to arrest him. But his mistake was to enter the elevator, where the operator was right at home. A newspaper carried the detective’s account of the incident:
We had only gone down three floors before he made a desperate break at me. With one arm he grabbed me around the neck, while with the other he made a grab for the pistol, which I was holding with my right hand. We grappled, and the elevator shot downstairs at its full speed with both of us struggling for possession of the revolver.
When the elevator got to about the second or third floor I had almost lost my strength when the revolved exploded and off went my left forefinger. This sudden shock seemed to give me strength and I managed to get possession of the revolver again, it having dropped to the floor in the struggle. As I stooped to reach the gun, Johnson grabbed the elevator rope and the elevator shot to the roof again. Then he grabbed me and the gun went off again and again.
I don’t know where that shot went, but I remember that as the elevator reached the top Johnson still had the controlling rope in one hand and was fighting me with the other, for he reversed the machine and down it shot full speed. We grappled again and again, and then there were two more shots from the gun, and Johnson dropped crouching in the corner of the elevator.
Read more at the Atlantic. Link
(Image credit: Library of Congress)
CONTROL YOUR FIREARMS AND PRISONERS, PEOPLE!
h/t Miss Cellania
SO…the roomie and I sometimes frequent a neighborhood watering hole cum eatery. The beer is cheap and the food (while not Brigid worthy) is pretty good. Above standard bar fare (e.g. bacon-wrapped salmon on a bed of risotto!).
But they have the ubiquitous AZ statute-approved sign for hoplophobes posted upon entering:
Fast backward to the other early evening.
Roomie and I find a booth, order a couple of beers and food, and she takes note of the pool/poker area behind me. There’s a guy wearing a frock coat, a tricorn hat (!) and what appears to be a cutlass!! The coat kinda-sorta covers said cutlass, some of the time, but no attempt is being made to conceal it.
Now this irritated my roomie, as certainly the Arizona bar statute referred to lethal weaponry, not just firearms. (it doesn’t – just guns!) Ignoring the fact that some of the aforementioned folks were carrying firearms and knives, concealed. SHHH!
But the other patrons and bar staff didn’t seem to notice or object to said cutlass, or the tricorn hat. Nor did they object to the folks carrying concealed guns and knives. Of course, they didn’t know about those. After a time, the swordsman left. No one knows when the other patrons departed.
I was unable to see if Mr. Tricorn had his trusty steed double-parked, or what?
I am SO GLAD to reside in the Free State of Arizona! – Guffaw
(NOT the modern AR-15 rifle clone, you ninnies!)
The classic, later known as the Model 10 .38 Special revolver.
I’ve never owned one. I’ve shot a bazillion of ‘em, and carried some. With the exception of those without the strength to pull the trigger, I’ve recommended these (or similar models) for self protection, CCW, and general home/business carry for years.
Why? Not everyone likes the semiautomatic, even those with minimal levers and buttons (e.g. Glock). And the .38 Special cartridge is street-proven, but not so full of blast and flash to scare the new shooter more than the shootee! Good for a beginner.
Barrel length? That’s a matter of personal choice, although a 4″ barrel is fairly ubiquitous and inexpensive (used) at gun shows and pawn shops.
And they come with a fixed sight – nothing to hang up, break or misalign on a coat or in a purse. One could ‘bob’ the hammer and remove the single action function if one were moved to do so.
Disadvantages? Medium caliber and six rounds; slow to reload. Although I’ve known a few folks who could reload from belt loops two-rounds-at-a-time faster shot-to-shot than some folks using a pistol with a magazine!
And, I’m old-school, so there!
At long last, Bob H. and I were able to get together yesterday and go shooting! What a great day!
I’ve known Bob since he was my boss at Tom Ezell & Associates, Private Investigation. Later, he was the manager of my favorite gun store, where I worked part time for a while.
We’ve been friends for 32 years. He’s one of my newer friends.
We went up to an ubiquitous shooting spot, I-17 North to Table Mesa Road, then headed West. Unfortunately, much of the previous open range has become private property. Fenced desert with signs reading No Trespassing and No Shooting! So we doubled back and shot perhaps 10 miles from the freeway, instead of the usual 20+.
It was sad to see all the fencing and just as sad to see all the trash left behind by previous shooters, campers and 4-wheelers.
On the bright side, I was given some ammo to use and was able to shoot my carry 1911, the one Bob sold me in 1983, aka the Bob H. Signature Model or ‘Bobbie’.
After 20,000 rounds or so, she still shoots like a champ! We are both ammo-poor, so we each shot under 100 rounds, yesterday. Silhouettes righted up in brush, and various trash left by others were the targets of opportunity. Bob shot one of his Glock .40s, which I razzed him about. As stated before in these pages many times, plastic guns have no soul! Very accurate, though.
Weather was brisk. Cool breeze, no flying insects, in the mid 50s. This was probably 1100 until sometime after Noon.
I was proud of my shooting, as I’m pretty rusty, but did rather well (if I do say so myself).
Then, just up the road to Rock Springs Cafe, where we had lunch. I got lunch as Bob provided the transportation. While the meal wasn’t particularly adventuous – grilled hamburgers (which were delicious!) but I had to have a piece of their award-winning pie! Blueberry Crumb – excellent! As Jim R. would say, “Ala mode, with ice cream!”
Kinda glad Rock Springs is too far to visit regularly – too many tempting baked goodies! We returned safely, with plans to ‘do it again, soon’. Hope so.(FTC – I paid my own freight here. Bought lunch, was gifted ammo and transportation. Rock Springs Cafe gives me nothing! I always want to write Rock Ridge, of Blazing Saddles fame!) PS – Bob hates having his photo taken. He’s gonna kill me!