MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
I do not relish armed confrontation. I live a peaceful life. I know that if I ever had to draw a bead on another human being and pull the trigger, my life—not to mention his or hers—and the lives of my family members would be forever altered, and not to the good.
Still, I am not ashamed to have guns and continue to practice at the range. Although I have enough guns, I still covet a few. I like them, despite whatever that implies about me. I may be a gun nut, but I am not nuts. I am sane, as are many others who own guns. It is my sanity which obliges me to deconstruct myself at times, and to recognize the profound responsibility that comes with my cache of armament.
Now, more than ever, I am aware that not all people who have guns, or who can get their hands on them, are sane. At times it feels that sanity is a commodity which, for all sorts of complex reasons, is becoming increasingly precious in our country.