By Tom Taylor
I am not a gun lover. I don’t even like them, especially the modern high-tech weapons that are ugly to look at and even uglier in what they can do.
But there’s something I would dislike even more. I’d hate to have been living in Russia in the 1930s when Stalin’s secret police prowled about in long, black cars called “black ravens.” Whenever a black raven entered a village or town, the people would cower in their homes, peering through the shutters to see at whose house the raven would stop, to see who was next to disappear into Stalin’s gulags. The people were defenseless. They had no weapons, no Second Amendment rights, no National Rifle Association.
Taylor, a novelist, lives in Roanoke. He is retired from Norfolk Southern.