Concealed carry saves lives and deters crime.
It happens each and every day throughout America.
And now that Illinois has right-to-carry, it happens a lot more often in Illinois – even Chicago, home to some of America’s strictest gun laws.
You didn’t read about this incident in the Chicago Tribune or Sun-Times because it doesn’t fit the media’s template of irresponsible gun owners!
Last weekend, three gentleman from Central Illinois needed a stiff drink and maybe a change of underwear after their experience in Chicago. Here’s what happened as it was relayed to us.
These three guys drove up to Chicago for one of the men to visit his mother who is a retired Illinois State Trooper and to do some big-city things in the Windy City. The man who drove is a bit of a car buff and he drove one of his classic cars with a very nice (and pricey) custom paint job.
They parked on the street in what everyone believed to be a “safe” part of Chicago. It was in front of his mother’s house, after all, and did we mention his mom was a retired Illinois State Trooper?
So they are visiting on the front porch when this young man saunters up and leans against the car. The interloper was African-American, with pants that didn’t quite ride high enough to conceal his underwear. He had an attitude and chip on his shoulder the size of a beach ball.
The owner steps down off the porch and asks the young man, in a courteous and calm manner to please not lean on the car.
The young interloper with baggy pants mouths off with a few profane words in a ghetto dialect and basically tells the owner to go self-procreate in a most unsanitary manner.
Seeing what was happening, the owner’s two friends come down off the porch to see what’s going on.
The owner asks one more time, explaining that it’s an expensive paint job and for the young man to please not touch the car. The kid gets mouthy and profane, not necessarily in that order, and then reaches behind his back and is moving his arm up and down.
The car’s owner draws down, along with his two friends, just as this little ghetto thug produces a Beretta 92 with an extended magazine.
The thug, having seen Jesus and in a moment of supreme clarity and good decision-making, drops the gun. The mom sees what’s going on and calls Chicago PD.
The neighbor, a Chicago Firefighter, sees what’s going on and calls as well.
Police show up, put junior in cuffs, take the Beretta 92 with the happy stick. After taking some information and verifying the validity of the CCW licenses, tells the downstate CCW gents to have a good day.
In talking with the victims, they weren’t sure what the kid had in mind aside from carjacking a neat car for a joyride. The gun was caught in the kid’s clothes and that’s the momentary delay that allowed the CCW guys to get their guns out before the kid had the drop on them. Each of the men where shaking afterwards at what could have happened if they hadn’t been paying attention and had good situational awareness – and how lucky they were that the kid didn’t have a smooth draw. They all were also darn glad they went ahead and strapped their respective guns on that morning and will probably do so without exception for the rest of their days.
Guns save life and thwart crime!
Thousands of times each day.