It’s a step I never thought I’d take.
Let me be clear: I don’t like the heavily armed culture of gun violence that we seem to have in America. I feel that by purchasing a weapon for myself, I am somehow giving in to it. I grew up in a home in one of the safest suburbs of New Orleans. We never had a burglary or a break-in ever, yet my parents kept a handgun “for protection.” The only thing that gun was ever used for was my brother’s suicide in 1990. So the issue is, to put it mildly, rife with emotion and personal issues.
However, please note my location, and please note that I grew up in New Orleans. The aftermath of Hurricane Katrina has shaken me to the core of my being. I’m sorry if that sounds over-dramatic. No one in my family was hurt or killed. No one lost their home. No one was trapped in the city. But something about seeing the breakdown of civil order happen so quickly in such familiar surroundings has upset my balance dramatically. I look back on emails and journal entries I wrote in those days, and I was so very frightened, even here in Baton Rouge.
I thought at the time that I was simply reacting to the unthinkable finally happening. If you grow up in New Orleans, the levees breaking is the fairy-tale monster of your childhood. You’re told it could happen, but it’s like the sky falling… you don’t think it could really happen. As I’ve tried to explain to my husband, when he woke me up that horrible morning to say the levees had broken, it was like every boogeyman I’d ever imagined as a child had suddenly became real. I’ve waited for that feeling to pass, and it has to a certain extent, and what has remained is this legitimate fear: if a disaster strikes, we are on our own.
Even though we live far enough inland that we do not evacuate for hurricanes, I told my husband I want us to have five days worth of food and water in the house this hurricane season. It startled me that he agreed that this was a good idea. I half-expected him to think I was over-reacting.
Which brings us back around to the idea of a weapon. I used to think that the idea that civil order could break down and people would roam the streets trying to break into your house and hurt you was laughable, like something out of a horror movie. Well, life became a horror movie in New Orleans on August 29th last year. It was close enough to The Stand to give me nightmares for months.
I would, of course, be a responsible gun owner, and would not own a weapon without researching thoroughly as to what would be the most appropriate weapon to own and taking all appropriate safety courses. My husband thinks a standard shotgun is a good deterrent weapon and less likely to be a hazard to have in the home.
So I guess I’m asking for feedback from those who own weapons or who have had to make the decision to become a gun owner themselves.
Thanks for reading this thoughtfully.