Firearm Feminism
In the several years I lived alone in DC, I watched the police chase down and arrest people outside my apartment window. I nervously walked by the muggers, trying to be casual. Luckily for me, I lived near several gay bars, and the muggers set their sights on the drunken gay men, not on a young female. I lived fifty yards from the park where intern Chandra Levy was found dead. My neighbors were robbed. I embraced luck as my tool to keep myself safe and alive. What else could I do? I despaired over how I could defend myself, even in my apartment.
I studied karate for five years; long enough to earn a black belt. In college I studied aikido, and my instructor there showed me . . . (to read the remainder of this article, please log in below.)
