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please close this window to return Women's Perspectives A letter to the editor mailed to www.keepandbeararms.com
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I am one of those people who you loathe. One of those invisible people who
come into your living room without asking your permission. One of those people
who follow you while you shop, and make it harder for you to make legal
purchases. One of those people who try and tell you how to raise your children,
as if you don't know how. One of those who gives ratings to stations that
promote our demise as a free nation. I am your enemy. Or at least I was.
I followed it all, all of the propaganda, all of the hoopla. Believed it too.
Believed that leaving my house was more dangerous than being in a war. At any
given moment one of you evil gun owners would open fire on me. I saw the NRA
stickers, the Gun owners of America stickers on the cars that passed, and I
thought you were all fools. I did everything in my power financially to try and
help more laws pass that would prevent you from owning guns. I wholeheartedly
believed that only the Police, and Military should have guns. Every time I
heard of a gang shooting, or other criminal act committed with a gun, I
honestly believed that if we could curtail the legal sale of guns, we could
make a difference.
Boy was I wrong.
I have children, three actually, and to me the only thing more important than
raising them properly, was seeing that they aren't hurt in anyway. I wanted to
ban guns, save my children, save all children. No child should have to be part
of any kind of death, especially the kind that involves being shot. I gave
money to all of the anti gun organizations I could think of, went to the
“Million” Mom March, even looked at Rosie when she spoke, and actually admire her.
Brought the kids as well, and even yelled some not so nice
things to those other marchers. I'm sure some of you know who I refer to.
I was on my way back from the march, on my way back to Connecticut, when I
stopped off of the highway at a rest stop by one of those McDonalds they have
off I-95. By this time I had dropped off two of my kids with their father, and
only had my little one with me. I went into the restroom with her, and on my
way out noticed two men hanging out by my car. There were only two other cars
in the lot at the time that were anywhere near my vehicle. I immediately felt
threatened by their demeanor, but continued on to my car. The smaller of the
two approached me with a knife as I was about to open the door to put my child
in her car seat. He yelled at me to get in the back of the car, they were
taking me for a little ride. I obviously told them to just take my keys, they
could have the car, but they insisted I get in the back. I then heard a man
yelling something I don't quite recall, and saw him running towards me with a
gun in his hand. The two men vanished into their car, and sped away. I stood
there frozen in time, and by the time the gentleman with the gun got to me I
just broke down and cried.
To make a long story short, you were all right, and I'm sorry. This man with a
gun saved me, and I just keep thinking if I had gotten my wish and guns were
banned, there is no telling where I'd be, and what would've happened to my
daughter. The only regret I have is not getting the man's phone number who
saved my life. I thanked him over and over again, and told him that he saved
me, but he calmly said to me something I'd never forget. He said “That's
what people like me are here for Ms., and I'm happy to have been able to
help.”
“That's what people like me are here for,” Those words keep on
running through my head everyday. Maybe this gentleman by some chance is part
of your group, and will read my message. If he does I would just like to say
something to him, and to everyone else reading this note.
Thank you for saving my life, and to the rest of you thank you for fighting
for this man's right to protect me and my child. Tell him for me that I will no
longer be part of the group who invades his home, and tries to tell him how to
store his guns. Tell him I will never be part of any group who tries to make it
impossible for him to buy his tool he used to save me. And tell him I will
never again tell him how to raise his children properly, because obviously I
was oblivious to the fact that responsible people such as him know how to raise
their children better than I do. I did rectify that situation the other day; I
bought a shotgun for home protection, and am in the process of getting my
concealed permit. Next time I will be ready to defend myself, or others for
that matter. Some of my friends think I'm crazy, but they try their best to
understand. I just tell them that as soon as their child's life is put in
jeopardy by some criminal with a weapon that they will understand, but until
then don't tell me how to live my life. I've lost some friends, but
surprisingly most of them understand. If not for this man I could very easily
have been killed or raped, and my child could've been taken from me, so once
more I need to say thanks for saving me, and with all sincerity to the rest of
you, forgive me, for I have sinned.
Originally published December 30, 2007 Before you pull the gun,try to wield awareness
Just before Christmas, 30 women in this area participated in a firearms and personal safety course sponsored by the Wakulla County Sheriff's Office. Many wanted to learn to shoot, feeling a .38 Special or similar handgun would be their best defense against the unthinkable: That they too might face a violent death as did the much admired and gentle soul, FSU nurse Cheryl Dunlap. I can understand their feelings in part, having lived here during Ted Bundy's murderous spree in 1978. In fact, the Volkswagen he stole was found abandoned on the street where I live, right across from my front door. Six years later, the so-called "beauty queen killer" Christopher Bernard Wilder was on the FBI's most wanted list as a serial killer who abducted and raped at least 10 women and murdered at least seven. His rampage had started in Florida, where he was believed to have raped girls ages 10 and 12 during 1983. Wilder committed suicide in the spring of 1984, but fear was running high that year as Tallahassee was declared Florida's rape capital. I signed up for a 10-week self-defense course at the Tallahassee Police Department, partly as a journalist, partly as a young woman who didn't like the idea of being a victim-in-waiting. Our class met two nights a week — quite a commitment when I think back on it — and we were taught by a rugged former New York cop and ex-Marine named Ron Kazoroski. He was assisted by Sgt. Donna Schultz, a lithe former dancer on the crime-prevention team, and Sgt. Doug Farrow, who was memorably quotable: "Women don't have to put up with some of the things they do," he said, lecturing us about attacks in bars, cars or walking along in public places. "If a man touches you where you don't want to be touched, he loses his right to a pain-free life." If the women in Wakulla County have already purchased or own weapons, then it is better that they are learning how to handle a gun with some confidence. Now they will feel as if they have an equalizer; whether they would use it another matter. But what I learned in my self-defense course, and have heard repeated and reinforced many times since, is that it is mighty hard to actually shoot to kill a person — even if you are familiar with weapons, even if the person is viciously coming after you. Professional law-enforcement officers who are trained to shoot to kill are often traumatized by the experience. There are alternatives. The one that was pounded into me, and which I still use every time I am approaching a vast parking garage, heading toward a car-filled parking lot, walking alone as dark descends, or sometimes just in a large crowd, is awareness. The class, which at first I described lightly as "an urban finishing school for women," became ever-more compelling as we learned how foolish women (and, yes, men) are to assume there is little to be done if someone chooses to attack us. Surprise is a weapon We were trained in physical maneuvers, some of the less-refined martial arts moves that could help us fight if necessary before we could flee. Quick kicks or punches to the throat, groin and eyes are what most attackers wouldn't expect. Surprise is your weapon, too. The class was graphic and taught us something about pain, which many women don't experience as males often do. From boyhood on, boys fall out of trees, wrestle in schoolyards and get used to coaches shouting, "I don't care if it does hurt." But we were also training our minds during those 10 weeks, and learning to exude a body language that can work as a protective barrier. Survey your environment, walk tall and proceed to where you're going with purpose. Have your car keys in hand when you leave the mall, the theater, the classroom, your house. You don't want to look disoriented and lost as you search for your parked car or still be fumbling in your purse for your keys when you reach it. Over and over, the lesson of self-defense is prevention. Be alert. Be aware. Avoid the dangerous situation to begin with. Talk, talk and talk some more if you're attacked, or scream and make a commotion that will buy you a chance to flee or attract help. A few weeks before the course ended, I'd jotted down in a journal how I was beginning to identify with Clint Eastwood when he growled, "Go ahead. Make my day." "Tonight I felt this animal-like rush to fight back," I wrote. "My feelings of vulnerability have flown away. Being attacked would make me so angry, I honestly believe the man would be in some jeopardy." Thoughts change But that was just before Kazoroski brought out the guns and knives. He began demonstrating techniques for fighting an armed attacker, but cautioned that this is an option only when your death is a distinct possibility — when there is absolutely nothing left to lose and when you are emotionally, psychologically and physically willing to kill. Repelled by the idea of grabbing a knife or gun and turning it on another human being, I remember that my animal-boldness went into hibernation. I often have wondered if it would come back if ever I was direly threatened. I am utterly grateful that hasn't happened, but I was forever changed by learning there are ways of fighting back. They begin with your mind, your observations, your awareness, your confidence and your physical willingness to fight and feel pain if ever the unthinkable is happening to you. Carrying a weapon might make you feel safer, but practicing awareness will make you be safer. · Contact Editorial Page Editor Mary Ann Lindley at (850) 599-2178 or mlindley@tallahassee.com.
From John Farnum 26 Sept 07 Close-call creates a convert! This from the wife of one of our students: "Until yesterday, I good-naturedly tolerated my husband's interest in Operator skills and lifestyle. However, when I worked outside at our place in the country, I chose not to carry a pistol, even though he gently encouraged me to do so. Again and again, I told him it is just not convenient to lug that pistol around while stacking wood. After all, I would continue, we live in this sleepy, little town where nothing bad ever happens. I would then give him the old 'whatever-eye-roll'. That all changed yesterday! I'm writing to you, John, to proclaim that he, and you, are SO RIGHT, and always have been! Early yesterday one morning, we were our walking our two dogs in our large back yard. We both caught a glimpse of something running across our driveway. We started moving back toward our house. Then, we saw them all! A group of six, large, wild dogs were running in a pack, digging wildly under a fence in an effort to get at the neighbors' horses. At once, they noticed us and all began running in our direction. Luckily, we, and the dogs, got back to the house in time. My heroic husband, pistol at the ready, brought up the rear, covering me. We found out later that our neighbors tried, mostly unsuccessfully, fighting off the dogs with a shovel and trash-can lid. Their horses were seriously injured. Local deputies, when they finally arrived, were far more concerned about having to pay the dog catcher overtime than they were about protecting any of us. I, at long last, learned to put what you and my husband teach into my heart and mind forever! As you've reminded us, we are all individually responsible for our own safety. That now has special meaning for me!" Comment: Fortunately, an important lesson was learned without a painful price, this time! Threats seldom come at us in "expected" forms, nor at "convenient" times. "Hope" is not a strategy! /John
Limatunes' Range Diaries (my blog about life as a woman at a gun range:
Updated 8/7/07 0009 EST) Now with a Carry Options section for women.
From a Woman’s Perspective
by Melissa Allison, Director KC3
I will admit it right from the start; I am a new gun owner. Less than a year ago I would have been more likely to be a member of the Million Mom March than a board member of the Kentucky Coalition to Carry Concealed. However, as the saying goes, "Times change" and so have my views of guns and gun ownership. I now understand the value of protecting the right to carry concealed weapons. My change of heart resulted in shooting IDPA, joining KC3, and becoming a member of the board of directors. As a member, I have taken the task of writing a column for the newsletter that specifically addresses the needs of women as they relate to concealed carry and gun ownership. In future issues I would like to address various topics of interest to women; however, for this issue I thought it would be appropriate to simply introduce myself and chronicle my journey into the realm of concealed carry. Ironically enough my first real exposure to guns occurred in California, that state which is rapidly limiting access to handguns. I never had any real interest in guns and certainly never saw the need to own one for myself, but one day my husband suggested that we take a gun safety course together at the local range. (Allow me to interject at this point that my husband is the sole reason that I became interested in guns, so men, listen up…if you are having a hard time convincing your significant other to give guns a chance, continue reading; I am going to give you some tips for softening her resistance). Of course my husband’s suggestion met with my "misunderstanding" of guns; after all, I am a nurse. I gave the normal response: "Guns are dangerous" to which my husband responded, "That’s why we are taking a gun safety course." Wanting something that my husband and I could do together, I gave in to his petition and signed up for the two-hour class. As the day of our class approached I became more and more nervous. I did not tell any of my friends for fear that they would laugh at me and ask when I was going to join the militia. I thought guns were for rednecks and hunters; certainly no respected citizen would carry one. I was soon to find out that I was wrong. Our class, containing a mom and her son, some computer engineers, as well as my husband and me, was held at the local indoor range. Now you must understand that this was the first time I had ever set foot inside a gun range and the first time I had ever seen a gun fired in real life. I was scared to death after seeing some of the guns people were firing; I told my husband that I did not want a gun that shot fire. He laughed. The class turned out to be just the thing for someone like me; we did not even touch a gun for an hour. We learned the different parts of a gun and how they worked, but more importantly we learned how to handle a gun safely. After safety lessons, it was time to shoot. The instructor gave us both a .22 pistol and a .22 revolver. That was perfect! Men, let me say that if you are trying to get your significant other to be interested in guns do not start them out shooting your .45 or Desert Eagle. Women, in general, are not impressed with the power of guns; they want something they are comfortable shooting. I was comfortable shooting the .22 pistol (It didn’t shoot fire…hehe). The class hooked me. I liked the adrenaline rush that shooting gave me as well as the competitive aspect of trying to shoot that little ‘X’ in the middle of the target. Before moving to Kentucky, we visited that range several more times; I felt comfortable there. The minute you walked in the door of the range someone asked if you were carrying a gun, and if you were, you had to show it to him. Men, if you are trying to convince your significant other that shooting is safe, do not take them to a range where people are consistently breaking safe handling rules. The other nice thing about that range was that you could rent guns from them. This gave me the opportunity to try out different guns and decide for myself which one I liked. My husband never pushed a certain gun on me; he encouraged me to find something that fit me. Another lesson to learn, men, do not assume that your significant other will like the gun you like, that a Glock is the best pistol for beginners (I hate them), or that women prefer a revolver. These are all sentiments that I encountered, and none of them proved true for me, except that my husband and I both like our Sig P225. Once my husband and I moved to Kentucky, we got in contact with Charles Riggs who introduced us to the idea of concealed carry. I had never considered this as a possibility; I thought it was unnecessary and dangerous. However, I paid attention to the statistics that my husband placed before me; he never tried to sway my opinion, only presented me with the facts allowing me to make my own informed decision. Once again, men, women are not stupid; give them the appropriate information and they will more than likely arrive at the right conclusion. Statistics did not fail in my case, and I soon realized the value of carrying a concealed weapon to protect myself. I claimed the phrase I saw on a girl’s t-shirt: "I refuse to be a victim." That is where I am today, a female member of KC3 fighting for my right not to be a victim, and that is why I have decided to write this column. I want to help other women understand that guns are not what the media makes them out to be; that in the hands of responsible citizens, they are a valid means of self-defense. I also want to address the needs that women face when considering concealed carry. So watch your newsletter in the future for tips and advice, and hopefully we will all learn something together.
Please close this window to return Lil' Annie: Go get your gun By NICOLE WIETRAK 05/20/2006
Little Sure Shot" Annie Oakley became one of the first women superstars as a renown markswoman on Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show in the late 1800's, her fancy shooting opened the flood gates to the idea that women had a place behind the trigger of a gun.
Although much has changed since the days of
Oakley, women and guns remain somewhat of a taboo subject, while in recent
years, the popularity of firearms with women has reached an all time high.
©The Coventry Courier 2006 ] CBS 11 News) DALLAS North Texas police detectives say there's no new information about a serial rapist who has terrorized 19 victims.
One of the women attacked is making sure her attacker knows she's
taking steps to make sure it never happens again. Kathy Smith knows she's
not a typical rape victim. She's soft-spoken, but she has a bold message.
"I don't want to ever let myself be in that position again," said Smith. "The
only one who can really protect me, is me." Smith was one of the first
victims of a serial rapist who has not yet been caught. "I feel like I came
close to dieing that night," Smith said. "If it's me or him, it's going to be
him." In August, Frisco police started distributing a composite of the man
who has robbed, beaten, stabbed and even killed one of his victims. In
November of 2005, Smith said the rapist burst into her apartment in Plano. He
terrorized her, ransacked the apartment and held a gun to her head, she said. "I
thought he was about to spread my brains all over my bedroom wall, and I just
did what I could to get out of there alive," Smith said. Since then, she's
experience nightmares, post traumatic stress and she has been angry at the man
who raped her. But Smith has not been silent. She's now applying for her
license to carry a concealed handgun, and she encourages others do the same.
"If someone were to break into my home again, they wouldn't find someone pulling
the covers up and screaming. They would find a gun pointed at them," said Smith.
For years, Nashville real estate agent Kim Hoard considered toting a gun for
her safety at work and while traveling alone with her two children, ages 7 and
10.
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