A Word of Thanks to Four Black Men and a Gun...

[Curmudgeon]

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Wow...

I don't recall ever seeing this. Looks like it's from last summer, by Marcus Cole...

A Word of Thanks to Four Black Men and A Gun

As an American, I owe a tremendous debt of gratitude to many, many people who have risked and given their lives to defend our liberty. But as I reflect on the recent Supreme Court decision in McDonald v. City of Chicago, I thought I should take a moment to mention four Americans who have made a relatively uncelebrated contribution to the freedom I cherish and enjoy. I owe a special debt to four black men, and one gun.

The most important of these men, to me, was my father. When I was a boy, he and my mother moved our family of six from the Terrace Village public housing projects in Pittsburgh’s Hill District to a predominantly white neighborhood. While many of our neighbors welcomed us, we were not welcomed by all. I recall a brick through the front window, and other incidents. But burned into my memory is the Sunday evening when my father was beaten with a tire iron on the street in front of our home, and in front of us, his four little children. Those three young white men were never caught.

When my father, with his surgically reconstructed eye socket and jaw, was released from the hospital, he did something he never once considered when we lived in the projects. He bought a gun.

Every evening after that, before going to bed, I and my siblings would go out onto the front porch to say goodnight to my father as he sat in his chair, shotgun across his lap, with its black barrel glistening under the porch light. I never once felt unsafe. I never once had trouble sleeping. My sense of security did not come from the Pittsburgh Police, or from the law. My sense of security came from my father, and his gun.

more at link....

http://pileusblog.wordpress.com/2010...men-and-a-gun/
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[Kodiak]

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Wow...

I don't recall ever seeing this. Looks like it's from last summer, by Marcus Cole...

So the blacks in my city have guns because whitey used to beat them up?

I highly doubt thats why they have them here.

And yes I know the moral of the story...something happened to them so they needed protection after the fact.

[GunLawyer001]

So the blacks in my city have guns because whitey used to beat them up?

I highly doubt thats why they have them here.
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No, in Philly it's probably because of the cops.

[Kodiak]

No, in Philly it's probably because of the cops.

Hey thats why I own firearms!

(not really....I just like putting rounds downrange....pew pew pew)

[Ten*K]

Let's be honest, we all have guns because the police can't or won't help when danger is at your door. Nothing to do with race or politics.

[GunLawyer001]

Let's be honest, we all have guns because the police can't or won't help when danger is at your door. Nothing to do with race or politics.

Bad guys have guns so that they can assert their will over other people. WE have guns to prevent that. Or to hunt, or to plink. Or sometimes, because they are neat machines, and we find the same pleasure in the slick action of perfectly-machined parts that a lot of people find in new cell phone apps.

It's complicated.

[Robert Kayland]

So the blacks in my city have guns because whitey used to beat them up?

I highly doubt thats why they have them here.

And for every story like that mentioned in the OP, there are dozens more of Whites who were victimized by Blacks... Whites who then never bother arming themselves, rather... they just move away... and/or then try to get laws passed to disarm everybody, thinking that will solve the problem.

[PocketProtector]

I believe the highest rate of crime is black on black. Somehow there's no political hay to be made of that so it is squelched in favor of blame whitey.
Political gobbleygook.

[beex215]

horay for blacks

[The_War_Wagon]

We all own guns, because police write AFTER action reports.

If they EVER write a report about "1 fat, dead, cracka" at my address, it better also include, "Dead cracka was initially hidden from view, until investigating officers sifted through a pile of hot, expended, brass, and located him at the BOTTOM of it."