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What you are really asking is I want to feel safe even if in reality I am not actually safer.The only reason to ban guns is to keep guns out of the hands of people who would do harm with them. Nobody has to fear being harmed by the majority of gun owners in the US who only use their guns for legal purposes. I have owned and used guns for 50 years. Nobody has anything to fear from me. I am human and do get angry at people and never once have considered pulling a gun to solve the problem. I was raised to value human life.BTW, I live in CA, a state that prides itself in having some of the strictest gun laws in the US and still we have a higher than average rate of violent crimes that are committed with the use of guns. I live in a city that has a violent crime rate that is higher than Chicago and Oakland. Home invasion robberies are common. The police chief twice a week releases a count of guns taken off the street. These are guns taken from people that have no legal right to own or posses guns. They are either under 18, felons, or possessed the gun in a Gun Free Zone or were transporting a loaded gun in their car, very illegal in CA unless you have a CCW permit, which is not easy to get in many places.The police average 50 guns a week or 2,600 a year. Most of these were not legally purchased. They were purchased on the black market, stolen, purchased through a straw purchase (a federal offense), and increasingly more common, home built. Where I live, we are also getting some guns smuggled in from Mexico by the drug cartels. Our jails are so overcrowded and the non-violent criminal laws have had their penalties reduced in CA that many are no longer felonies and if the DA gets a conviction, the person only gets probation because their is no room at the county jail. With the passage of the no bail law, many just skip town because they are released pending trial. The Feds rarely prosecute any federal violations of gun laws, especially the straw purchase laws.The police can confiscate all they want, there is an endless supply.Now lets go back to when I was in school. I could drive to school with a rifle in the gun rack in my truck, park it in the student parking lot, and it would still be there at the end of the school day. I went to school in the same city I live in today. We had desegregation and I went to a high school on the wrong side of town. It was the side that had a high crime rate so in the 70s the student parking lot did have one security person watching over things. That was enough to deter students from doing anything, including fighting, thefts, and most everything else.What was legal to carry was knives, and their was only one gang on campus, a Mexican gang, and they all carried switchblades. Just about every male carried a pocket knife and had it out when going to the restroom just in case. I was an A student. I know my experience was not the norm, it was just the city I lived in. My then GF’s (now wife) brother was stabbed a few times by gang members. They targeted any white student they could find alone in the bathroom.This just shows that banning guns does not stop violence, criminals will use another tool. We see this in Britain where they are now talking about knife bans. I know an engineer in the US whose company was awarded a contract for a project in Britain. When he got over there they were required to give up their pocket knives they used for opening boxes. There was a person working for a the British company they partnered with that was allowed to have a knife for opening boxes. They had to call him when packages had to be opened and sometimes it would take hours because he would be on break or he might take the day off. Finally the company said they were pulling out because they could not do the job. The British government relented and returned the pocket knives to the Americans. They hired the American company because the project was 2 years behind and 300% over budget.Personally, I would rather use a gun to defend myself. Using a knife requires some skill and physical strength and stamina. Since my stroke 10 years ago, I do not have the physical strength and stamina. I do have the skill to operate the gun. With the gun, I can use it from cover and reduce the probability of me getting injured. Also, most self-defense situations end when the bad guy realizes his intended victim has a gun and the BG decides it is better to leave than to chance death. No shots have to be fired. With a knife, many BG will risk it because most are skilled in the use of a knife while victims rarely are.Contrast my high school experience to that of when I was in school years earlier. We did not worry about about school violence, especially guns because it just did not happen. We knew about guns. The kids in my neighborhood all had .22 rifles. We would strap them across our handlebars and ride our bikes to the local hardware store to buy ammo then ride to a local empty lot that served as the neighborhood shooting range and shoot. It was across the street from the houses that were on the edge of town. The parents living there would keep an eye on us and if we did something unsafe they would call our parents and our guns would be confiscated for a very long time. Nobody did anything unsafe.During rabbit season, we would take our guns to school so we could go hunting on the way home. The teacher had us store the guns in a closet in the room. It was no big deal. There were no school shootings. Us boys got into the normal playground fights and then shook hands and were friends afterwards but we would never ever had though of using our guns to shoot each other. Many of us also had BB guns we would shoot in our back yards.Also, when I was growing up, most homes had a few loaded hand guns in the house within reach of everyone. They were for home defense. The children were told in no uncertain terms they were never to touch them, ever. They were only for the adults to use. When I was 8, I was taught how to shoot the revolver and told I could only use it if a bad guy broke into the house and mom and dad were not able to get to it. Since I was the oldest it was my responsibility to know how to use it to protect my siblings. I hated shooting it, but I practiced with it so I could fulfill my responsibility. I preferred my rifles. I preferred rifles up to 10 years ago. After my stroke and realizing I could not rely on my martial arts training to protect my family, I bought a handgun and took several classes. I know have a handgun collection and shoot them more than I do rifles. I also have my CCW and when I do carry, nobody knows, not even my wife. She still does not know where I carry. She will look at me and try to guess if I am carrying or not. If she says I am, she has to tell me where the gun is, and in 5 years she has not once discovered where I carry my gun or know when I carry. She was not comfortable with my carrying for a long time. Now she is because she started looking at the crime reports in the paper and noticing that no matte where she goes in our city, bad things happen to good people, even in broad daylight in the supposedly safe places. Even the homeless are robbing people with guns.We are both teachers at a high school that has a very diverse population in ethnic and economic backgrounds. Our boundaries include an area that is gang infested and an area that has million dollar homes. We have a high number of immigrant students. Over half live below the poverty level. We have a problem with outside people coming onto campus to sell drugs as well as students dealing drugs. This leads to turf wars and we get the occasional huge fight involving 50 or more students and non-students that usually result of a drug deal gone bad or theft of drugs. We have had fights between rival gangs.We probably average one gun a week being confiscated from a student. You will never hear about it in the news. Feeling safe is more important than being safe. Also, in CA, schools have a financial incentive to reduce the number of suspensions and expulsions. So to make the problem go away the gun is taken away by the administrator and not reported the the School Resource Officer (a police officer assigned to the school). In exchange the student is not suspended but counseled to figure out why he would feel the need to bring a gun to school. His parents are called to pick him up. They are told that if they agree, their child will not be suspended or reported to the police in exchange for the gun not being returned. Of course the parents agree even if it was their gun the student took without their permission. If they balk, they are reminded they could face charges for not safely storing the gun to prevent access to it by minors. That will change their mind.Late in the evening, the gun will be placed in a bag full of cafeteria waste, tied up and tossed in the trash. There is nothing to see or report. Everybody feels safe because there is no story about a gun being on campus. The school avoids having to report to the state and avoids being labelled an unsafe school. They keep suspensions and expulsions down. Everybody wins. Of course, the administrators cross their fingers that the same kid does not find another gun and carry out his plan. Most of the kids that bring guns to school do so because they fear a particular student or group of students they will encounter on the way home from school.If you want confirmation that it is all about feelings, read a news report about how parents respond when word gets out that a student was found with a water gun at school. We had that happen once. Another student took a cell phone picture of it and put it out on social media. The administration was roasted for not placing the school in lockdown and calling in the police to deal with the situation. The water gun was confiscated and that was the end of it as far as the admin was concerned. The kid was going around at lunch squirting students and pissing them off. I believe they also gave him lunch time clean up duty. Within a hour parents were at the school checking there students out because it was not safe. Parents packed the next school board meeting demanding that he be arrested for the safety of the students.When I was in public school, we brought water guns on hot days. It helped us to deal with the fact classrooms did not have air conditioning then and where I live temperatures can get to 110 and sometimes more in the summer. Back then we opened the window, wetted some paper towels and continued our school work. We also played outside in the heat, we just drank extra water. Now my students complain when it is 90 outside the A/C is set to 75. They are wearing shorts. When I went to school, us boys had to wear slacks and button up shirts, no shorts, and we not only survived, we played hard.The other part about this being about feelings rather than safety is consider when the issue of building a fence or wall around a school comes up. At my school, the district decided to completely fence in the campus 15 years ago and limit access to just a few points through gates that had keyed access. Students could only enter through 3 points before school. After the start of school, students, parents, and the public could only enter through the main entrance. Staff were given keys so they could enter through any point.The school board heard things like you are turning schools into prisons. No, prisons keep the bad guys in, schools were trying to keep the bad guys out and the children inside safe. It was the same concept as the castle walls and moat. More than a couple of times we had drama from the neighborhood spill over into the school. It is always exciting with a drug deal goes bad and a shootout starts and the players bring it onto campus. They really do not care if students are around. The one running away in fact often runs onto the school grounds because he wants to use the students as human shields to absorb bullets meant for him. He might even be able to slip into a classroom and take a class hostage in an attempt to save his life.Since the 12 foot steel fence went up, that has stopped. Also, few students cut school and it is easy to catch those that try because cameras at the gates catch them leaving. It does keep these students safe. You would be surprised at how many bad things happen to students who leave campus during the day. Even though they leave without permission the school is still legally liable for them so the school has to take reasonable steps to protect them. We have been sued by parents of students who leave the campus without permission and get severely injured because we did not stop their child from leaving.BTW, I read a couple of articles recently that gun crimes are on the rise in Britain, especially in London. I am not going to take the time to find them. I will let you do the Google search. The ones coming in are starter pistols being illegally purchased online from Eastern Europe and shipped in and converted to fire live ammo. Also, with open borders, people can travel to EU countries with thriving gun markets, legal and not so legal and buy guns and drive or take a train back to their home country and not go through a border check. That is how my relatives who live near the Polish border in Germany get their guns. They buy them in Poland and drive them over the border. After living in the former East Germany they vowed to never be without guns again to defend themselves against a tyrannical and repressive government. When they visit the US, they have a great time when I take them to the gun range.There are Europeans that have guns in spite of the gun bans. They are the criminals and the people who refuse to follow what they consider to be stupid laws. In CA, many gun owners have reached the point of refusing to follow the ever increasing stupid gun laws. What is the CA government going to do? They cannot even throw a fourth of the now criminals in jail and so let them go. Are they going to throw all of us gun owners who refuse to comply with the new gun laws in jail? So far they have shown they will not. They just confiscate the gun and leave it at that. So we just get better at hiding our activities and only publicly display the CA legal guns.One of those stupid laws prohibits the importation of ammo purchased out of state unless it is sent to a FFL first. They want people who buy ammo to go through a background check. It is quickly becoming the most ignored law. Those of us who live close to the border just buy our ammo out of state and drive it back in. We avoid the background check and fees and often buy at a cheaper price.In order to prosecute offenders, a CA LEO would have to observe a CA resident purchasing the ammo and then follow the person driving back into CA. It is not going to happen for what is the same as a traffic ticket. If you spend a couple of days out of state, it is not worth the cost to catch the person and the state does not have the money to do this considering it does not have enough to fund everything the legislature wants to fund. LE cannot just randomly pull people over to check for ammo and they have no way to determine where the ammo was purchased. You can buy ammo in CA, take it out of state and return with it legally. It is an unenforceable law.There are many exceptions in the law. One allows a spouse to gift ammo to the other spouse without the need to get a background check. So if a married couple buys ammo out of state, one spouse gives it to the other then it is legal to bring it back. If the spouse does not give it to the other, it is not legal to bring back. How is LE or a DA to prove the ammo was or was not gifted.If I had to choose between feeling safe and actually being safe, I choose being safe.BTW, if you ask my relatives that lived in East Germany, a real police state, they did not fear the people carrying the guns, they feared the people in plainclothes that were not carrying guns. Those were the people they could not trust. They could be spies reporting what they said to the secret police which would lead to that knock at the door at 2 AM and the end of their life as they knew it. That little old lady in the apartment at the end of the hall turned out to be the best informant. She had nothing to do but watch and report and she did so gladly for a few extra food ration coupons, a little extra money and a larger apartment. The people with guns were to distract you from the real threat. They were to make you fear them and to make you believe you and your neighbors had a common enemy so you let your guard down around your neighbors. It was your neighbors you needed to fear. That is a true police state.

This happened in 2005, when I was in the 12th grade. My school had both boarders as well as dayscholars. There were 12 students in my class and four of us lived in the boy's hostel. Since hostel life was usually boring, we'd do all sorts of shit to make our lives a little interesting. So this incident took place on a fine Sunday during games time. A group of us were playing cricket (sports was seasonal in our school and this was the cricket season). Our school had 2 basketball courts and a big ground. Since the ground was a little further away from school, a group of us were playing cricket in one of the basketball courts.The court that we were in was in between one of the school buildings and a road that led to the main gate. As the school was located in a hilly landscape, the road was below the court and below the road was the main games field. The space in between the road and the field was sort of a sloping meadow, full of, all kinds of bushes, shrubs and small plants. That area was barricaded by a 10-foot chain-link fence.While playing cricket the ball (a green tennis one), would often go out of bounds, sometimes behind the school building and sometimes towards the road below. However, unluckily, during one instance the ball went over the chain-link fence straight into the meadow.Students were normally not allowed to go there as it was a precarious place where one could easily slip and tumble down some 50 feet towards the main ground. The fall wouldn't probably be lethal, as the slope was inclined at a 45-degree angle. Nonetheless, it was still considered dangerous.Somehow we managed to get permission from the teacher in charge of games that evening, and some 15 of us entered the meadow (there was a small gate) in search of the ball. As the ball was green, it was camouflaged in the greenery and after a perfunctory search we all gave up, preferring to lie in the grass and bask in the sun instead. Some of the boys were also making passes at the girls, whose convent building (their hostel) had a nice view of the meadow. A lot of time passed but we still stayed on as it was quite pleasant. After a while, the bell rang, signalling the end of games time. Some boys left but some of us (including me) still lingered. The warden then came and told us to get inside and some more boys including my classmate, BB, left. However, the four of us that remained requested him to give us some more time as we continued to search for the ball. After a while, he came again but we still kept on looking for the ball. Finally, we came out as it got dark and we couldn't pretend to look for the ball anymore. The warden looked mad and he informed us that we were in deep trouble.He asked us to stand in a line outside the Vice Principal's office (Fr. George was in charge of the boy's hostel). We knew we were screwed and some of us were afraid that the girls had complained that we had made passes at them from the meadow. Still, we weren't that worried as Fr. George was a lenient guy. However, when we reached his office we were horrified to see the Principal, Fr. Matthew, who was a strict disciplinarian, waiting for us with a very sombre expression on his face.The situation turned from bad to worse as we were informed that Fr. Matthew was even angrier because my parents had called, and they were concerned because the school was unable to locate me. He ushered me in and handed me the receiver, giving me a murderous look at the same time. After having a quick word with my mom, I hung up and looked at him with fearful eyes. He told me to wait outside with the others. When I came outside, I noticed that BB and the others, who had left the meadow just before us, were also standing in a separate line opposite us. Matthew suddenly came out and said, “Go outside to the basketball court.” Without a word, all of us obeyed him.As we were standing outside, all of us started discussing in scared voices as to what would Matthew do to us. He suddenly joined us and he shouted, “Shut up,” and everyone fell silent. He then asked us to take a double arm distance from each other. I was at the far end of the court, closest to the girls' convent. I could see some girls stealing glances at us through the windows, curiosity painted all over their faces. As I was looking at the convent, Matthew said something that I couldn't hear. He had told us to make a circle around him.He then asked us, “Do you know why you all are here?”Someone murmured, “Punishment.”“Punishment for what?” barked Matthew.When nobody seemed to have an answer. Matthew looked straight at me and said, “You tell us, Binayak.”Mustering a convincing, solemn voice full of regret, I stammered, “Lack of Discipline.”“Yes,” Matthew said in a tone of almost relief. He then went on to give us a long lecture about action and consequences, cause and effect..blah..blah..blah.At some point, someone in the group released a loud fart and Matthew suddenly broke out of the circle and disappeared in the distance.As everyone started giggling, a loud voice, like the crack of a whip, interrupted, “Shut up.”Silence again. Matthew reappeared after apparently getting an adequate supply of oxygen. He looked madder as he barked, “You'll think it's funny.” He again broke into a monologue, repeating his lecture about cause and effect and blah..blah..blah..Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he said, “You guys like to stay outside, right?”All of us shook our heads in disagreement. “No, no, I think you'll do.”“So today, you all are going to spend the whole night outside,” he continued, flashing an evil smile.“No dinner as well,” he concluded and left.A babble of talk soon broke out among us and there was a stir of revolution in the air. The boys started saying things like, “He can't do this to us,” “This is child abusement,” “He is treating us like dogs.”“We have to teach him a lesson,” spat BB furiously, and everyone shook their heads in agreement.“Let's run away,” a guy called Prateek suggested. There was a murmur of agreement.We started drawing ambitious plans, with everyone throwing in their 2 cents. Finally, a strategy was agreed on. We decided we would wait for the others to come out during recess and we would get some money and supplies from them. After that, we would wait till dinner time (when everyone would be busy eating) before putting our plan into action.The bell rang and the rest of the hotel poured out. Sticking to the plan, we managed to collect a few bucks and some meagre supplies. I even managed to get a jacket. The others wished us good luck as the recess ended. We then fine-tuned our plans as we decided where we would go. Someone said we could stay at his cousin's place and everyone agreed.With only 15 minutes to go until dinner time, we were all set and even I had decided to throw caution to the wind and join them. As dinner time approached, all of us got the tempting waft of food coming from the kitchens. Our stomachs were growling with hunger, with most of us having last eaten at noon during the lunch hour.As all of us were lost in thought, appreciating the smell of the food we were not going to eat, one guy suggested in Nepali, “Bhat khayera bhagdew, Haina?” (we should eat some rice and then run away, right?).The tension was released and all of us broke into fits of laughter, all plans of running away forgotten. Fr. Matthew then came out and told us to go in, assuring us we would be left outside for real if we pulled a similar stunt in the future….