A buddy of mine sent me this article from Yahoo! Lifestyle, originally published in Parents.
Let me guess, you became an annoying asshole?
When I became a mom of two in Manhattan, I had already lived in New York City for ten years, in a city with notoriously strict gun laws. Residents with premise permits can only carry a gun outside of their home to a firing range and it must be unloaded and stored in a locked container during travel. Otherwise, guns can’t be taken anywhere, including outside city limits.
I can’t wait for the Supreme Court to change that.
We lived in a two-bedroom apartment only a few avenues away from Central Park and the only guns I ever saw were in the holsters of officers of the New York Police Department or members of the counterterrorism division who guard high-traffic areas of the busy city.
I bolded the “the only guns I ever saw” part because this fallacy is central to all of her whining.
My husband and I definitely did not keep a gun in our home and I never worried whether there were guns in the homes that my children, then ages 3 and 1, visited for playdates. Guns were just not a part of our community’s lifestyle. Even as a kid growing up in Syracuse, New York, my family did not own a gun. No one in my family hunted and I didn’t even own a toy pistol growing up. I never had a reason to learn how to properly hold or shoot a gun.
Sheltered New York Progressive. Got it.
But everything changed in 2016 when my family moved to Texas.
Why did she move to Texas? I can guarantee the people of Texas didn’t want her to move there.
Of course, I knew before we moved that Texas has very different views on guns than New York City, but I was still surprised to see the huge billboards on the highway for buying guns and ammo. I was shocked to realize you can buy a pair of soccer cleats and a gun in the same store.
I’m so sorry that is happening to her. Having her bubble burst that the rest of the country is not Manhattan must be painful as hell.
More than 1.3 million Texans have licenses to carry a handgun, according to the Texas Department of Public Safety. You must be 21 years old to buy a handgun and 18 years old to purchase a rifle. Although licensed gun dealers are required by federal law to do background checks, Texas regulations don’t require background checks for private sales of guns, such as buying from an individual or from some gun shows. Texas handgun licenses require classroom training, a written exam, and a shooting test.
All seem pretty reasonable for a pro-guns state.
While unpacking, my husband asked if I wanted to get my gun license and buy my own gun to keep in a safe in our home. I quietly shook my head, but my gut reaction was more like “hell no.” A license for a gun? Not me! I believed the last thing this world needed was more guns.
I rolled my eyes at the gush of hot air that had meant we were in gun country and we better get used to it. “Guns are not going to be all over our life,” I declared.
How dare she become one of those people.
I used to ask Manhattan parents about their favorite snack to give their kids, now I ask Texas parents if they have guns in their homes or in their cars.
That’s obnoxious. I wonder how many parents let her daughters play over at their house after that.
If she’s worried about her kid’s safety, she should ask about the last time they changed the batteries in their smoke detectors or if they have stairs or covers on their electrical outlets or a fence around their pool.
Hunting often comes up in conversation on the soccer field before a game, or talk turns to guns used at the gun range on outings with friends. At first, it was shocking how open and conversational others were about firearms—and I couldn’t join in the conversation, as I didn’t have memories of shooting my first deer or celebrating a family member’s successful duck hunting trip. The longer I lived in Texas, I’ve become more comfortable asking other parents or friends, “Do you have any guns in your home?” However, I know I’m not yet settled into the culture of my new home when I want to cover my kid’s eyes when I see someone carrying a gun in a holster.
There were nearly 300 murders in New York City in 2018. Shootings and murders are up in 2019, but we don’t have the total data yet. Clearly there are people who are not police carrying guns in NYC and because they are not permitted to do so, they are universally carried with malicious intent.
But mom here doesn’t see them so, out of sight, out of mind.
She sees good guys with guns in Texas but freaks out. This is paranoid prejudice against guns.
Of course, I had my eyes peeled in Manhattan for any concerns of violence while pushing the double stroller to and from an outing, but while riding the subway or taking my kids to a street festival there was a sense of relief in knowing it was unlikely that an individual was carrying a gun. In Texas, the odds are a lot higher that someone in a crowded setting could be carrying a gun, and that one disgruntled shopper could cause hysteria.
Ah yes, the “concealed carry will turn every fender-bender/argument into bloodshed” bullshit. Never happened, but don’t tell the mom from Manhattan that.
I glance around restaurants more carefully than I did in New York; I take in who’s shopping in the aisle with me at the grocery store. I always consider who might be carrying a gun wherever we go—the thought is always there while we order our dinner or go to the movie theater. I look for the exits and I’ve become a lot more alert to my surroundings, especially when I’m with my kids.
Those damn concealed carriers. It’s not like criminals are not busted all the time for carrying guns in New York City. It’s just that New York City isn’t gun friendly so she doesn’t think about it.
My daughter now notices the symbol for firearms in restaurants and retail stores, something she never would have seen in New York City. She will often comment on the line across a gun graphic on signage and say, “Look, Mommy, no guns.” I know we can’t control everything our kids see, and silence can often create the worst kind of curiosity. So we talk about guns. We talk about how guns hurt and can kill people; it’s blunt language but having a serious tone around this topic is important.
Did she talk to her daughter about vagrants and squeegee-men in New York City? Would she talk to her daughters about how not to get beat up and robbed on a Subway train? What about how to check public transportation seats for needles and avoid stepping in human shit on the streets?
This is the Manhattan mentality. As a New Yorker she has trained herself to ignore all the quality of life destruction around her.
The homeless bum shooting up in a park and shitting on the playground is something she turns a blind eye to.
The law-abiding Texan with a CCW and a pistol on his hip not hurting anybody drives her mad.
She hates guns and is prejudiced against gun owners. Nothing more.
Maybe she should have stayed in New York City.