I was brought up in a Reform Jewish household in a suburb of Boston, but my mother used to claim that I was switched in the hospital, because no one else in the family had guns or voted for Republicans. When I was fifteen, I was informed by a group of Catholic parochial school football players that I, personally, had killed Christ, and they were going to kick the s#!t out of me. I argued that I wasnt there at the time, but they were unconvinced.
The next time I encountered these individuals, I was on my bicycle and they stopped me. I reached into my green school bag and brought out a Model 1917 Colt .45 revolver. I cocked it and pointed it at the forehead of the largest person in the group. They all stepped back and, for years afterward, I was treated with some deference. I understand that, today, this would be considered unacceptable, but this was in the early 1950s.
Since then, I have understood that a Jew with a gun stands a better chance of survival than a Jew without a gun. I am a Life (Benefactor) member of the NRA, an NRA and AZ certified firearms instructor, and a contributor to a monthly firearms publication. I may not be invited to any of Mayor Bloombergs social events, but I think I can live with that.