Friday, January 11, 2013
Gunfight at the OK Corral
Okay folks, are we actually seriously considering arming our school teachers? Really?
Just this morning I was talking to my good friend Bill B. and former classmate about what he thought of his wife, who is a former school teacher, being armed in her classroom. Now my friend Bill B. is very conservative. He actually voted for Mitt Romney but even he sees the ridiculousness of arming our school teachers.
Below is a photo of our third grade class taken in 1951 when Bill and I were both ten years old. Miss Ezrah was our teacher.
My friend Bill B. is the fourth boy in the stripped pull over from the right in the first row. I am in the third row on the right picking my nose (not really). I just cannot imagine Miss Elizabeth Ezrah, our gentle third grade teacher, packing a Glock. Where would she put it, in her desk drawer? In a pocket in her dress?
I watched Ed Schultz on "The Ed Show" last night interview a woman school teacher in Utah who was bragging that she can now carry a concealed weapon in her classroom. Are you kidding me? Are we even having a SERIOUS conversation about school teachers carrying concealed weapons in their classrooms?
Let's take this a step further. Say a mad gunman busts into her classroom with an assault weapon and starts unloading his 30 bullet clip. What is this teacher going to do? Run for her desk drawer for her Glock and have a shootout with the mad gunman while her students duck for cover? Are we really having this conversation?
Look folks, here is the obvious and ONLY answer. Ban assault weapons. Simple as that. No one needs an assault weapon to shoot a deer. Assault weapons are made to kill people.
Oh I know the "slippery slope" argument. Ban assault weapons and then what's next? Take my gun? Well actually why not? But that's not likely to ever happen in this country as long as we're a country of hunters and Second Amendment diehards.
There are so many reasons I am glad I am not a young person today. This is just one of them. I literally cannot imagine going to Miss Ezrah's class and wondering if she was packing heat.
After all, when I went to school in the Fifties all we had to worry about was the atom bomb. We could handle that, if the Bomb was dropped, we could hide under our desk.