[R-G] Gun Talk

[Hunter Gray]

COMMENT BY HUNTER BEAR: 12/30/07

For whatever reason, I'm in kind of a "gun ethos" today -- not in an 
especially agressive sense, maybe in my traditional "self defense" mood. 
Although Idaho is certainly not the Old South of our special ken, we do 
attract here -- as we always have, everywhere -- certain kinds of 
occasionally challenging forms of special attention. Our family here -- and 
our family members far and away -- are always pleased that I have a loaded 
firearm or two right handy. I'm quite certain, I should add, that Hillary 
Clinton -- if she could -- would launch Clinton War II on guns, gun owners, 
and the Second Amendment. I don't know about the others, but I hope the gun 
issue remains relatively quiescent in this current Presidential campaign -- 
and thereafter. Of course, our good NRA remains ever vigilant -- as do we 
right here on the frontiers of Pocatello. H

SPECIAL INSERT [DECEMBER 25 2007]: ANOTHER CHRISTMAS, ANOTHER TIME [HUNTER 
BEAR]
http://hunterbear.org/BLOODSTAINED%20TRAIL.htm

NOTE BY HUNTER BEAR:

I'm attaching a short response of mine to an African-American scholar. We 
consistently practiced tactical non-violence in civil rights 
demonstrations -- but, more or less quietly, we did support and did indeed 
sometimes explicitly practice thoughtfully active individual/family 
self-defense via firearms.

It's been 45 years since Eldri and I and Baby Maria had a long Christmas 
dinner and family visit with Medgar and Myrlie Evers and children at the 
Evers home on Guynes Street. The ethos was somber, especially as night came 
on. James Meredith was in Ole Miss -- protected by legions of Federal 
troops and U.S. Marshals. Our economic boycott of Jackson was off and going 
well. And we were already planning its extension into a vastly broader 
Movement -- which was precisely what happened. Four nights before, our home 
on the Tougaloo campus had been shot into -- and several of us had since 
been standing armed guard on the campus borders. Racist hysteria pervaded 
Mississippi [and the other recalcitrant sections of the South] and violence 
and murder were in the air, all around us. Our pleasant Christmas dinner, 
no matter how much we all attempted to "lighten" things, was grim. Medgar 
and I knew guns, had guns.

Less than six months later, June 11 1963, Medgar was shot in the back and 
killed by a night-time assassin. And much more in that genre occurred.