OPINION | PHILIP MARTIN: My neighbor and his gun

OPINION | PHILIP MARTIN: My neighbor and his gun

He’s sitting out on his front porch in the late afternoon with a can of beer. Bothering no one. We speak to him as we walk by; we always do. He has complimented our dogs before; we know each other by sight, but we’ve never had a conversation of consequence before. But today he has something to say. “They shot up my house, you know.” We didn’t, and I guess our faces expressed some surprise. “Yeah, the other night I was sitting there in the front room, where I work on trains, and one came through the wall to the left of me and another, higher, to my right.” It was the gangs, he said, who park in the alley alongside his house and play their music loud and smoke crack. He says they’ve been doing that since the alley was opened up. When it was a dead end, he didn’t have the problem. “They hide back there so the cops can’t see them,” he says. “Like the cops look for anything besides donuts around here.” But the police responded to his call. Found the brass casings in the street. “They weren’t good shots,” he says, meaning, I guess, that they didn’t hit him. “I told the cop I was going to get a gun. And that when they came back I was going to kill them. He said, ‘You have to defend yourself.’ ” Our friend seems to take the police officer’s words as an endorsement of his […]

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