@ooana – Ooana Trien at X put up a couple of really excellent posts. If you’ve read TSM much at all, you know that if someone says something better than I can, I let them – with attribution. So, with no further ado:
I always understood why the Second Amendment was constitutionally protected.
What I never really understood was why people called it a natural right.
Then I moved from New York to Florida.
I didn’t own a gun yet.
One afternoon I was loading things into the trunk of my car outside a HomeGoods when a man approached me.
“Excuse me.”
He must have thought he’d startled me, because he immediately added, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to get close.”
I laughed.
“I’m a New Yorker. I’m used to close. How can I help you?”
He started telling me that he needed money for gas.
At some point while he was talking, I got into my car.
And sitting there, with the conversation still unfolding, I suddenly realized something:
He didn’t know whether I had a gun.
Not somewhere at home.
Not hypothetically.
For all he knew, I could have had one right there in the car, tucked under the steering wheel or within reach.
I didn’t.
But he couldn’t know that.
Schrödinger’s gun.
And in that instant, before I even knew whether his story was true, something changed in the space between us.
I thought about New York.
I thought about my friend who had been murdered in his own apartment during a burglary gone wrong.
Would those men have gone into his apartment if they had believed he might be armed?
I don’t know.
I thought about the time I was mugged at gunpoint, with a gun pressed against my temple.
Would that man have approached me with the same confidence if he had believed there was even a possibility that I could defend myself?
I don’t know that either.
But sitting there in that Florida parking lot, listening to this stranger talk, I suddenly understood deterrence in a way I never had before.
Not as military theory.
Not as constitutional law.
As something intimate.
My body. My life. The few feet between one person and another.
For years I had thought about guns primarily as objects: who had one, who shouldn’t have one, what laws should govern them.
Suddenly I understood the question from the other direction.
What changes when another person cannot simply assume that I am defenseless?
I felt taller.
Not because I had a gun.
I didn’t.
But because, for the first time, I understood that someone approaching me could not automatically assume that being physically stronger meant having power over me.
There was uncertainty.
There was a boundary around my body that had to be taken seriously.
Then his story began to fall apart.
I told him I didn’t have cash, but offered to help another way. I could put some gas in his car.
He took off.
So apparently, yes, it was a scam.
But by then I had already understood something much larger than the scam.
The phrase natural right finally made sense to me.
The Constitution had not given me ownership of my body.
It had not given me my life.
It had not invented my right to protect either one.
Those things came first.
What I understood that afternoon was the thing underneath them.
I had once been completely helpless while another human being held a gun against my temple.
Years later, without a gun in my possession at all, I understood what it meant for the person approaching me not to know whether I was helpless.
That uncertainty changed the space between us.
And that was the moment I finally understood the natural right behind the Second Amendment:
My life is mine, and the right to defend it has to exist before anyone gives me permission to do so.
She followed with this:
I want to add something to my 2nd amendment story.
The cultural shift from being somewhere that gun ownership is not respected or protected, to somewhere that it is was profound.
Truth is, I’m still adjusting.
When you live somewhere where you are taught not only to fear guns, but also not understand them, nor are you encouraged to learn how to use them safely let alone exposed to them outside of a threat, the shift to a place that doesn’t function that way is profound.
I felt and feel immense gratitude that I now had the choice to purchase and learn how to be a responsible gun owner and user. I recognize deeply the profound trust being put in me as an individual, and that may be the greatest shift of all; the fact that I also know others have that same right and responsibility here is a profound thing.
There is a recognition in this that feels deeply honorable and honorable conduct is also expected. That feels like respect.
This respect seemed to vanish in the place I loved so much and I believe not comprehending what natural rights truly are contributed to what many NYers have and still are going through.
My mother is an immigrant from Eastern Europe and lived under totalitarian regimes. She once said to me that no one can understand the first amendment until they live with it. It changes how you perceive the world and what liberty means.
That was a shift I experienced with the 2nd amendment. There was no way I could have truly understood it otherwise.
My point? I am deeply grateful that I had the opportunity to experience such a profound shift in perception. Many people don’t ever get to have it. For many it’s simple a political talking point or a theory.
I felt it – inside. It was visceral and embodied. I felt respected by a government and fellow citizens because my right to protect myself more than demanding that I empathize only externally, was both respected and expected.
If you’ve never experienced this shift, it’s difficult to explain.
I experienced what a God Given right / Natural right actually is when suddenly I was given the choice to recognize it.
I am profoundly grateful to that man for trying to do a version of the metro card scam on me, because in that moment I remembered how it felt not to be afraid. I also got to remember this during a moment I was not in any danger.
That’s the point.
See- during the summer of 2020 in NYC my nervous system had become accustom to feeling at the mercy of the mob.
In that parking lot – just knowing what was possible, I felt something heal.
I didn’t mention this in the original post, but I wept when I got back the home I was renting short term.
I was grateful. I still am. I had to experience something else to understand fully what was being denied me.
The respect to not be expected to externalize every moral arithmetic. Years of the hypocrisy during the lockdowns, my block being looted, and random violent crime going through the roof in my neighborhood had left me with a feeling of submission and acceptance that I hadn’t realized I’d so deeply integrated into my experience of the world.
Natural rights can be forgotten when the rituals that surround us demand us to.
My confident, street smart, NYer poise came back to me and it felt incredible.
So – thank you, Florida and all of you who advocate for the 2nd amendment. I hope this story helps bridge a divide between those who still haven’t had this revelation and those who have.
It’s nuanced and deeply personal, but it’s real.
2020 was the peek of what can happen when our natural rights are treated as something dolled out or denied by a system that uses fear to control how we perceive reality.
Nothing is clearer than the moment nature is free to show you something that is simply true.
In other news,
So, while Correlation ≠ Causation, this information unequivocally disproves the old gun ban control SAFETY adage:
More Guns = More Gun Crime
And Ooana understands why. Hopefully more do every day.