The murder of Eve Carson points out a lot of things in our society. One of them is that the unarmed innocents have no chance at all when confronted by the armed criminal who is prepared to kill.
I’ve been following this story since, in the far past, I resided in Chapel Hill. While a serious hotbed of leftist/liberal silliness, I enjoyed my time there. I remember it as the place where I could walk on sidewalks and ride my bike without fear of anything more than the occasional dog and the omnipresent traffic. Obviously, the intervening years have not been kind.
This article in the Raleigh News and Observer contains a single line that has echoed in my mind more than anything else I’ve read about this case. Hours after Eve Carson was abducted, robbed and shot to death, one of her roommates arrived home and was suspicious that something was wrong.
He walked through the house, his car keys positioned in his hand to jab at intruders, calling out for his roommates.
Car keys against guns. That’s even worse than the old joke about bringing a knife to a gun fight.
As we watch the continuing degradation of our society, the need to have the instant ability and willingness to defend ones life and property is becoming more and more obvious to those paying even partial attention. Laws that infringe on that right are not only Constitutionally suspect but morally bankrupt. Politicians who propose or support them are equally so.
The new job that I mentioned some time back comes with one serious drawback–by Federal law, I am not able to have a gun on the premises. This is a change from the old employer, where I could at least have it in my car. I believe that this law is wrong. It puts me in the position of obeying a law that is morally wrong, or breaking that law and facing time in a Federal penitentiary and losing most of my civil rights.
Like most other gun owners, I’m going to obey the law. No gun. I will, however, have every other means of self defense that I can legally have–a legally sized knife to open boxes with, a pepper gel projector with which I can defend myself against roving animals as I walk from building to building, a bright light with which to find my way in the event of a power failure. My situational awareness will have to be ON–all the time.
I will work as hard as possible to have stupid laws such as the one that bars me, one who has been trained, photographed, fingerprinted and background checked, from doing that which any criminal now does with impunity and little fear of arrest.
And I will remember Eve Carson, and her roommate with his keys.
