To quote a very old and tired adage, you can have my guns when you pry them from my cold dead fingers. About three years ago I was the primary whistleblower in a $50 million corporate bank fraud case. I worked for what was then the third largest record distributor in the United States. The owner of the company had borrowed $15 million from an asset based lender using fake collateral. He then transferred title of the company (along with the unpaid balance on the note) to two black con men from Oakland who used the same fake collateral to try to secure a $35 million loan from another lender. One of them had done federal time for mail and credit fraud. As soon as they took over the company, they started transferring the company’s assets to associates of theirs who were involved in an interstate narcotics trafficking ring. They also tried to ingratiate themselves with the movers and the shakers in the Los Angeles rap scene, and hired the former president of Death Row Records to head their distribution efforts. One day I got tired of their bullshit and decided that I was going to take them down. I called the bank they were trying to get the loan from and tipped them off. After that, I called the FBI and gave them an earful. Then I called the bank that had written the original $15 million loan. They immediately froze the company’s account and seized their assets. The company filed for Chapter 11 a week later. Later, I was tipped off by an executive at Capitol Records that they were getting ready to distribute large amounts of cocaine through the operation, and that there was a good possibility that Suge Knight was directly involved. (Trust me—Suge Knight did not become a born-again Christian when he was in prison).
So what did I do about it? Did I carry around a pocketful of rubber bands with me so that I could snap spitballs at them if the need arose? Hardly. For the next 6 months, there was a gun with me everywhere I went—even the bathroom. After a few months I started to relax a little, but to this day I still watch my back wherever I go and I still have a high powered semi-automatic and a backup .357 within easy reach at all times when I’m in the house. So anybody who wants to talk to me about gun control might as well whisper it in my deaf left ear. As long as there are criminals in the world, the public has a right to protect themselves from them.