When I’ve traveled abroad the first thing I noticed is how the people:
- smile (or not)
- walk (head up or down),
- greet each other (or not) and
- respond to legal authorities out and about town.
What produces a society that freely displays confidence and assurance versus poverty and suppression?
A Story of Two Moms – Fear Versus Confidence
Here’s he story of two moms who both started their lives in one country but one life changed dramatically . . .
These are two opposite images of two mothers – one helpless in the face of imminent danger; another confident in her ability to protect the child at any time, in any place. I want to be the image of that second mother – to be the first person to defend myself and my children. That is something my mother would never be able to do.
You see, I was born and raised in the great Soviet Union.
After the Soviet Union reign was over, she tells how her family lived in what is now an independent Azerbaijan Republic.
Most aspects of our lives continued to be the same – shortage of food, grey life style, and a trust that the government knows best what is best for us and one more – that the government and the police will always protect us. My parents were average people, and never owned a gun.
…gun ownership as a right or an aspect of daily life did not exist in my mind, my life, my vocabulary.
Yet I can think of at least three specific moments in my life back home when my safety and even my life was in imminent danger, and all of them happened near or within the walls of my home.
I once asked a police officer if I should carry a folded knife to protect myself from a possible assault and he told me not to even consider that because even if someone attacked me, if I used the knife I would be prosecuted, and there would be no excuse for self-defense.
With the collapse of USSR came civil unrest and ethnic wars.
One night, when I was 13, there were men walking from door to door looking for people like my father who had the misfortune to be born with the ‘wrong ethnicity’. Now I know that this is called ethnic cleansing. By luck, my father had left the country a week before. If he was home that night, there would have been no chance of our survival.
The only thing my mother could use was her words and her body to protect us. The men had the weapons, the power and the right to decide what to do. We were lucky that night. Many other families were not so lucky.
I came to U.S. in 2001 as an adult, alone.
Then, two years after coming to U.S. and living in Virginia, I met my husband, the gun owner.
…I was not sure if gun ownership, or even more doubtful, that gun carrying is for me. I kept finding excuses of why I should not carry. My husband is American-born and raised, so he gets to enjoy this right, not me.
Then, one evening in Northern Virginia I saw the mother with a child in her hands and a gun in a holster enjoying a meal with friends at a restaurant. It was like pieces of a puzzle finally falling in all the right places.
No propaganda genius would ever change my mind, my thoughts on gun ownership.
So, today I am proud to be a U.S. citizen, a woman, a wife, a mother, and a gun owner who is ready to defend the lives of my dearest sons. With all due respect to my mother, I am not my mother’s defenseless image.
A reality picture that soberly sparks an excitement and gratefulness for our forefathers – fore meaning they saw how history could repeat itself with proper legal provisions clearly established. Our forefathers, together, developed the blessed heritage we’ve enjoyed with the careful construction and signing of the Constitution of the United States and the Bill of Rights.
As a gun owner, mother and grandmother, I’m grateful for the 2nd Amendment’s acknowledgement of my God-given right to defend my family with more than words and luck for the night.
We thank 2nd Amendment Sisters for sharing this story so beautifully with us today.
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