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Andy, Get Your Gun

by Andrew Stuttaford

To pack heat in New York

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I DIDN’T want to be Bernie Goetz. I just wanted a handgun. Legally. Something to keep at home. A move within Manhattan had taken me away from the comforts of doorman security (you know how it is). A little extra protection seemed prudent, 911 calls can take a while to answer, and Rudy isn’t going to be mayor forever. Should be pretty straightforward, I thought. In my native Britain it would be impossible. But this is the United States, home of the Second Amendment, land of liberty. Government knows its place. They do things differently in America.

But then there’s New York City, a place where the old constitutional certainties have been replaced by the rules of the NYPD, License Division. If you believe that this is a local problem, a Big Apple nightmare that could never apply to you, think again. A dozen states already insist on handgun permits. Citing as always “the children,” it is clear that Candidates Gore and Bradley want to expand on this at the federal level. The Brady Act was not enough. There’s earnest talk of licensing, registration, additional checks to which, allegedly, only the unreasonable could object.

Andrew Stuttaford

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Andrew Stuttaford

Andrew Stuttaford is the editor of National Review's Capital Matters.

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