Oh, dear. I don't know what to do. Everywhere I turn there's some angry white guy hurting people. Am I safe? I don't think so. I guess I need a gun. Well, that's what the NRA tells me.
I didn't have a gun when I was molested the first time. I was 5. Nor the second. I was 11. I didn't have a gun when my little sister was molested. She was 8.
I didn't have a gun when some wacko in a pickup truck (complete with gun rack in the back) tried to run me over as I was handing out union leaflets to workers at the gate of a company parking lot. I didn't have a gun when other guys were screaming at me and intimidating me because I was a union organizer in the south.
I didn't have a gun when some crazy mofo attacked me on an election night. I didn't have a gun, and that was probably a good thing for him, because I later found out he had a wife and a kid, and they were embarrassed when cops showed up on their door and told them how this "family man" had accosted a lone women in the night because he didn't like the sign she was holding.
I didn't have a gun when some pissed off teabagger and his wife roughed me up at a political rally and left me with a sore and slightly dislocated jaw. In fact none of us had a gun when another teabagger beat the living daylights out of one of the folks on our side.
Not in any of these circumstances did it ever occur to me to get a gun. Now, I don't know. Now, as we've seen, angry white guys can get away with blowing away people they don't like for all kinds of reasons: throwing popcorn, playing loud music, or just not looking right to them. So, why not? Why wouldn't I be a target too? I have been already.
Before I get my gun, I just need to know something: How many of these angry white guys may I shoot? Or rather how many times can I get away with shooting them, you know, in self defense? Because I don't like how THEY look. Because I don't like what THEY are doing. Because, right or wrong, I'm afraid...or at least that's my story.
Please tell me. So far I haven't seen a limit.