Recently, I was made aware of a story from somewhere in the middle of the country. A child had taken what appeared to be a weapon to school. Another child saw it and began screaming hysterically, “A gun, a gun.” The usual overreaction ensued, and the child was suspended. The parents probably had to be evaluated by a local shrink for good measure.
A Christmas Story is an American classic, capturing childhood memories of growing up in the 40′s. The child wanted a Red Rider BB rifle. He was 10 years old at the time. His father said he got his when he was 8 years old. The ownership of guns and training youngsters in their proper use was a staple of the American scene for many, many decades – in fact, a few centuries. There was a time in this country when the local police would come to elementary schools once a week to teach the children how to handle a shotgun or a rifle. There was a time when the elementary kids had a shooting club. One Friday a month, they would all bring their rifles to school, and they would set up a target range to do target shooting during PE time. Nobody thought a thing about it.
What happened to us?Details