@EmilyMiller Wants a Gun
Posted on October 5, 2011 by Natalie in News, Self Defense
I found this article floating around Twitter and couldn’t help but be intrigued. I certainly don’t want to get in a debate about policy here. As you know, I like to focus on the fun stuff. But I do think it’s important to know the issues some women in the country face when they want to purchase a firearm. Can’t wait to see what happens along Emily’s journey.
MILLER: Emily gets her gun
Published on October 5, 2011
I want a gun. I don’t feel safe living in Washington, D.C. and want to protect myself. I’m starting today by going down to City Hall to find the gun permit office to tell them, “I want a gun.” This series will follow me as I navigate the city bureaucracy and outdated rules in order to legally buy a firearm.
My desire for a gun started when I had to face down over a dozen criminals on an empty cul de sac in Washington, D.C., armed only with a Blackberry.
It was New Year’s Day 2010, and I’d been staying in the house to dog sit for friends who were on vacation. I’d returned from walking the dog when I saw a man coming from the house. “What are you doing?” I asked, sensing something was off with the situation. The Golden Retriever just stood next to me with a slack leash.
“We’re here to clean the pool,” the man said. He looked nervous and his eyes were blood-shot.
I was pretty sure my friends hadn’t called in a swimming pool emergency during the middle of winter. “No, we didn’t call for you,” I said.
“Oh, then it must be the house next door,” he said, smiling nervously. He turned and walked away quickly.
I’d left the front door unlocked since I was walking the dog for less than ten minutes. (I know, lesson learned.) After the man left, I was still suspicious so I went inside, grabbed my Blackberry and clicked on the icon for the camera. I walked down the street, and as I turned the corner, I saw about 15 scruffy young men standing around two pickup trucks. We were at the end of a woody, dead-end road.
I nervously held up my Blackberry to take a quick photo of them and the license plates. Suddenly, the blood-shot-eyed guy darted out, blocking the shot. “What are you doing?” he asked. I looked around at all the men staring at me and was suddenly scared. “Nothing, I’m um, just going now,” I said as I put my Blackberry down instead of taking the picture around him and went home.
Hours later, I was at a New Year’s Day party when my phone rang. It was my credit card company asking if my card was in my possession because there were odd charges on it. I looked at my wallet and saw that all my cash was gone and the cards. It suddenly dawned on me that the “pool guy” had been inside the house.
Read the full Washington Times article here:
https://admin.washingtontimes.com/blog/guns/2011/oct/5/miller-emily-gets-her-gun/
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This is great. We need more women to come out in support of the Second Amendment.