Sifting Through the Gun Divide
Growing up on the outskirts of Colonel Glenn Road near the Pulaski County line, I heard the booming sounds of the hand cannon in my backyard. Attending classes in Arkadelphia, Arkansas, a community that steeps itself in the middle of southern gun culture, I heard the cracks and pops of modern muskets as I set my course for the library on the occasional weeknight study session. Did I hit the ground? Did I shudder in fear? Did I stop my journey or game of catch? Not at all. Why? The sound of a gun going off was expected for better or worse. I did not question how it was used or how it was purchased. If I did, the same old adage would roll off my dad's tongue, "They're probably hunting, shooting skeet or something." I grew numb to the sound like a knee slap after any good joke. Lines and Divides The same cannot be said for every American. As thick as the partisan line is the divide surrounding guns. As many people who are opposed to housing shotgun shells and pistol cap...
