(Last update: Oct. 25, 1999)

    Here are some interesting statistics regarding events which typically follow the adoption of gun control legislation:

With these facts in mind, please read this article written by Tina Terry, a wonderful lady married to a good friend of mine.

To whom it may concern:

    The following article is a perspective on gun control which most people  in America fortunately haven't yet experienced, although I am  beginning to fear that they soon will. May I respectfully suggest that, if you are pro-gun control and complete disarmament that you immediately  do following - and have your entire family do likewise - to set an  example for those of us who still believe in the Second Amendment:

1)  Clearly post your house and car and other property with large  signs/bumper stickers which proclaim "GUN-FREE ZONE" or "THIS PROPERTY  IS FREE OF GUNS."

2)  Wear a button at all times which declares: "I AM DISARMED" or  "GUN-FREE PERSON."

If you are not willing to personally do the above, and to promote that  everyone who is against guns do likewise, then you are a hypocrite.   After all - if it's good enough for the schools to be forced to have and  to proclaim this totally disarmed status, it should be good enough for  all gun-control folks, who should be falling all over themselves to  publicly announce their disarmed status to the world at large.


Tina Terry


by Tina Terry (c) 1998

(Published in THE FIREARMS SENTINEL, the quarterly publication of Jews for the Preservation of Firearms Ownership (JPFO) - P.O. Box 270143,  Hartford, Wisconsin, 53027 - phone: 414-673-9746.

    Those who stridently and self-righteously lobby for the seizure of all  guns by the government in America, particularly women like Sarah Brady, Barbra Streisand, Senators Diane Feinstein and Barbara Boxer and  Congresswoman Carolyn McCarthy, would do well to study the results of  forced disarmament in other countries.

    I have personally lived through a government-instigated disarmament of  the general public, and its subsequent, disastrous consequences: From  1961 to 1977 my father (who is a white American, as are my mother,  sister and I) was stationed with his family and business in Kingston, Jamaica.

    Around 1972, the political situation in Jamaica had so seriously deteriorated that there were constant shootings and gun battles throughout the city of Kingston and in many of the outlying parishes (counties). In years past no one had even had to lock their doors, but now many people hardly dared venture out of their homes. This was especially true for white people, and even more especially for Americans, because of the real risk of being gunned down or kidnaped and held hostage by Jamaicans, who had become increasingly hostile towards whites and foreigners. My father took his life into his hands every morning simply driving to work. Going to the market or to do a simple errand was often a terrifying prospect. The open hatred and hostility which was directed at us seemed ready at any time to explode into violence, and indeed did so towards many people on many occasions, often with tragic or fatal results.

    The Jamaican government decided that the only solution to this volatile situation was to declare martial law overnight, and to demand that all guns and bullets owned by anyone but the police and the military be turned into the police within 24 hours. The government decreed that anyone caught with even one bullet would be immediately, and without trial, incarcerated in what was essentially a barbed-wire enclosed  concentration camp which had been speedily erected in the middle of Kingston. In true Orwellian fashion, the government referred to this camp as "the gun court."

    My father and all of our American, Canadian, British and European friends, as well as middle class Jamaicans of all colors (locally  referred to as "black," 'white," or "beige") knew that we were all  natural targets of this kind of draconian government punishment. The relentless anti-American propaganda spewed forth by Michael Manley, Jamaica's admittedly pro-Castro Prime Minister, had resulted in the widespread hatred of Americans, British and Europeans by many Jamaicans. Racial hatred of whites and "beiges," as well as class hatred of anyone who appeared to have money or property, were rampant.

    Consequently, we all dutifully and immediately disarmed ourselves, and handed our weapons in at the nearest police station. It was either that or be sent straight to the gun court. Even after we had disarmed  ourselves, we lived in deathly fear that the cops, not known for their  integrity, and well-known for their hatred of whites and Americans, would plant a gun or bullet on our property or persons.

    So there we all were - government-disarmed, sitting-duck, law-abiding citizens and expatriates. Anyone can guess what happened next: the rampant and unfettered carnage began in earnest. Robberies, kidnappings, murders, burglaries, rapes - all committed by the vast populace of still-armed criminals. Doubtless the criminals were positively ecstatic that the government had been so helpful in creating all these juicy and utterly defenseless victims for their easy prey.

    We've all heard the phrase, "When guns are outlawed only outlaws will  have guns." I can personally confirm that this statement is absolutely and painfully true, because that is exactly how the Jamaican disarmament worked. At the time of the disarmament order, I was away at boarding school in the United States. However, I remember vividly coming home for  the summer. I remember the muted but pervasive atmosphere of tension and terror which constantly permeated our household, affecting even our loyal black servants, who worked for and lived with us, and whom we took care of. (Practically every household in Jamaica, except the very poorest, had live-in servants. There was no welfare or public school in Jamaica, so middle-class families became completely responsible for the well-being of their servants, who were considered to be part of the family, including taking them to the doctor, and helping to educate their children.)

    I remember lying awake in bed at night, clutching the handle of an ice-pick I had put under my pillow, and listening to the screaming of car-loads of Jamaican gangs going by our house, praying that they  wouldn't pick our home to plunder. The favorite tactic was for a group of thugs to roar up to a house, pile out, batter down the door and rape, steal, kill, kidnap... whatever they felt like. They knew the inhabitants had been disarmed, and that they would be met with only fear and defenselessness. My pathetic ice-pick seemed incredibly puny, but it was all I could think of. Our family didn't even own a baseball bat. I remember lying awake thinking about how our beloved dogs were old and feeble, and that they could not protect us. And that I could not protect them either.

    I can barely describe the abject terror and helplessness I felt as both a white American and as a young woman during that time. Jamaica was then about 90% black. Although I was (and still am) an American citizen, my family had lived in Kingston for almost 12 years when this situation occurred, and I considered Jamaica to be my real home. Many of my friends were Jamaican. My first serious boy-friend was Jamaican. For all  its faults, I loved this beautiful, suffering island dearly, and I felt  like a stranger when I was away at school in America, where I was always homesick for Jamaica.

    When we had first moved to Jamaica in 1960, my sister and I (both blonde and obviously white) had been able to ride our horses up into the hills, and, whenever we encountered local Jamaicans, their salutation to us was open and friendly, as was ours to them. As things deteriorated into the reign of terror, and then the government instituted overnight citizen disarmament, when we ventured outside our home, we almost always encountered hate-filled stares and hostile hisses of, "Eh, white bitch!  Eh, look 'ere, white bitch!" and other unprintable epithets.

    Jamaica was, in the 1970's, a country with at least 50% illiteracy and an illegitimacy rate of over 50%. If a Jamaican girl wasn't pregnant by the age of 15 or 16, she was often derisively branded "a mule," since mules, the offspring of horses and donkeys, are almost always sterile. Being a woman, let alone a white woman, in such a climate, especially after the disarmament of the citizenry by the government, was one of the most terrifying experiences one can imagine.

    At that time, I had never held or fired a gun. I had rarely ever even seen a gun. No one in my family had ever learned about, used or even  talked about firearms, except my father, who had been in the U.S. army. In our social circle, guns were deemed "unseemly" and "inappropriate" for polite society, and especially for young ladies. I had never given much thought to any of the Bill of Rights, let alone the Second  Amendment. Yet we Americans all knew the Bill of Rights did not protect  us in Jamaica, just as it hadn't applied to us at our previous station  in Singapore.

    My dad had fought in World War II, however, and had brought back a Luger  pistol, which he had taken with him to Jamaica when we moved there after having spent 6 years in Singapore. No law had prevented his bringing a gun to Jamaica in 1960. When my dad handed that pistol and all his bullets in to the police, I vaguely realized that he was no longer allowed by the government to protect my mom, my sister or me, or our household.

    I was pretty confused at the time. Terrified of being kidnaped, raped, murdered, robbed, at the same time I was still mindlessly anti-gun, because the criminals all had guns, and the government had declared guns to be contraband, and we were all terrified of being hurt by bad guys with guns, all of which somehow meant that guns must be "dangerous" and "bad" and therefore should be banned, just as the Jamaican government had decreed. As white Americans, our status was that of permanent guests in a foreign and increasingly hostile country. In fact, after 6 years in  Singapore, and 12 in Jamaica, we well knew how to strive to be "model guests," which meant that questioning or challenging the Jamaican  government's authority was unthinkable -- even when such government authority decreed that we be made helpless. None of us had any illusions about any "rights" to defend ourselves. We might have been able to do so with the government's blessing in the good old days, before chaos and violence and racial hatred had taken over. But now it was different. Now we were white, visible, foreign, sitting ducks in a hostile black sea. And I was a white, visible, foreign, female sitting duck.

    As obedient as I was to authority, I grasped that our household was defenseless, and that I as a woman was particularly defenseless. And I  realized that, had my dad still had his pistol, I would have felt much  safer. I even realized that I would be willing to pick up a gun if my  life were threatened. For a person who claimed to be anti-gun, these feelings really confused me.

    At least eleven friends and acquaintances of my family were raped, kidnaped, murdered or robbed within about a year after the disarmament, and I believe it is a miracle that we are all still alive. I am  convinced that many of these people would not have been victims had they not been disarmed by the Jamaican government. It was tragically ironic that the government had sold this whole disarmament program to us with the promise that: "We're here to help you, and this is for your own good and safety."

    Because of this horrid and indelible experience, and of my interest in and undying loyalty to the American Bill of Rights, I have made it my personal business to study the history of the Second Amendment. I have studied related topics, too, such as police responsibility to citizens. It is my belief that many people believe that disarmament is no big deal, because it is the job of the police to protect us. Particularly many women seem to believe this. The media and of government authorities continue to generate pervasive and corrosive propaganda aimed at creating a helpless and disarmed populace. I used to completely believe this propaganda, but I have learned the following realities:

    Although there are many serious issues in today's roiling political and social stew, I believe that preserving and restoring the Bill of Rights in general, and the Second Amendment in particular, is the most pivotal and basic issue to all Americans, and particularly female Americans, even if they don't yet know it. The consummate idiocy propounded by some folks (including some women) that the Second Amendment exists only to protect sportsmen's rights is particularly ridiculous relevant to women, most of whom don't hunt, and who care more about being able to get a decent hand-gun for self-protection than a hunting rifle to pursue deer or elk.

    Anyone who thinks the Bill of Rights is either "out of date," "hokey" or "needs revising" - all of which I've heard from well-meaning but tragically ignorant and complacent Americans - should try living in a  country which doesn't have one. I have been there and done that, and I don't want to go through it ever again - especially not in my own native nation. So I am dedicated to preventing today's government nanny from turning, as so often has occurred in history, into tomorrow's government despot.

    Finally, I implore anyone reading this, particularly women, to likewise dedicate themselves to studying this issue carefully, and to likewise taking an active stance to preserve the Bill of Rights in general and  the Second Amendment in particular.

    Postscript:  As of the latter part of August of this year (1998), it doesn't appear that the situation in Jamaica has changed much for the better. Many Jamaicans of all colors have immigrated to America to start businesses and to escape the hopelessness of the situation in their homeland. I recently spoke with a black Jamaican named Marcus, who has opened a wonderful Jamaican restaurant in Phoenix named "Likkle Montego," where I can go and eat Jamaican food, and catch the latest news from my long-lost home. When asked how things are today in Kingston, Marcus simply shook his head: "Nottin' change attahl, y'know. Everyt'ing still de same. Crime is still bad, mon. Gov'ment still de same. T'ings dere is bad and terrible, mon. Bad and terrible."

    And guns are still outlawed in Jamaica. Armed criminals still terrorize disarmed citizens, since still in Jamaica only outlaws (and the government) have guns. Like the man said:  Bad and terrible, mon. Bad and terrible.

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                 Some news from Australia: After Gun Confiscation

The following synopsis is a part of an interview conducted by Ginny Simone with Keith Tidswell of Australia's Sporting Shooters Association. One year after gun-owners were forced to surrender 640,381 personal firearms to be destroyed, including semi-automatic .22 rifles and shotguns, a program costing the government over 500 million dollars, the results are in...

A dramatic increase in criminal activity has been experienced. Gun control advocates respond "Just wait... we'll be safer...you'll see...".


Australia-wide, homicides are up 3.2%.

Australia-wide, assaults are up 8.6%.

Australia-wide, armed-robberies are up 44% (yes, FORTY-FOUR PERCENT).

In the state of Victoria, homicides-with-firearms are up 300%.

Figures over the previous 25 years show a steady decrease in homicides-with-firearms (changed dramatically in the past 12 months).

Figures over the previous 25 years show a steady decrease in armed-robbery-with-firearms (changed dramatically in the past 12 months).

There has been a dramatic increase in breakins-and-assaults-of-the-elderly.

At the time of the ban, the Prime Minister said "self-defense is not a reason for owning a firearm".

From 1910 to present, homicides in Australia had averaged about 1.8-per-100,000 or lower, a safe society by any standard.

The ban has destroyed Australia's standings in some international sport shooting competitions.

The membership of the Australian Sports Shooting Association has risen to 112,000, a 200% increase, in response to the ban and as an attempt to organize against further controls, which are expected.

Australian politicians are on the spot and at a loss to explain how no improvement in "safety" has been observed after such monumental effort and expense was successfully expended in "ridding society of guns". Their response has been to "wait longer".

"...The best organization you've got there, the biggest organization you've got there is the NRA. We don't have an organization that size. We didn't have an organization that size, and as a consequence, we suffered. And we hope that you don't suffer..."

Keith Tidswell, Sporting Shooter's Association

New article for women:

This Is Julie, by Bill Kelly        Published: 9/2/99 (e-mailed to me)

 Hi, c'mon in. I need to show you something.

 This is Julie...... Yes, she is very pretty when she sleeps. Can you believe she worries about her weight? ...... I know. It's crazy.

 Don't worry about making noise. First, she sleeps like a log. Between being a full-time nursing student and working at a halfway home for people with disabilities, she stays very busy. Secondly, if we could wake her now, maybe she could stop .... well .. you'll see.

 No, don't worry. I'm okay.

 Well, you see. Right now, her phone line is being cut. This trailer actually belongs to her brother-in-law. He lived here as a bachelor. When he married her older sister, they moved to an apartment. They plan to build a house on this land someday, but .... well ... they might change their mind.

 Yeah, the trailer is pretty old. Her brother-in-law couldn't have gotten enough to make it worth selling. It wouldn't have rented for enough to make it worth the hassle of dealing with renters. When she finished her freshman year in the dorms, he offered it to her rent-free. Her dad built the deck in the back. He built it in sections back home and hauled it up here in his truck. He and her brother-in-law assembled it.

 It works pretty well for her. She's about twenty minutes from campus and fifteen minutes from work. She never had the time, money, or inclination to join a sorority. Even regular apartment life can have more distractions.

 You heard that? Yeah, so did I. Julie did too. See? She's stirring; opening her eyes.

 The guy who cut her phone lines just broke in the back door. It really didn't make that much noise. The doors on these trailers aren't very solid. The one bad thing about the deck is that it gave him a little more solid footing when he did it.

 He's walking into the living room pretty carefully. He's not really worried, he's just spent so much of his life sneaking around that he's always a little stealthy.

 Yep, her eyes are wide open now. She's not certain whether she heard something or whether she just had a dream. Yeah, her teeth are chattering a little.

 He sees the extension cord running from the socket to the lamp over her favorite chair. That's where she likes to sit when she reads. The lamp cord didn't reach any outlets from that corner. He's unplugging the lamp, but he decided just to jerk the cord from the wall.

 Yep, she heard that. She's picking up the phone, but there's no dial tone. He already took care of that. She sits up in bed. Unfortunately, her cell phone is in the kitchen with her purse. It might not matter. The real phone would have instantly told the police where she was, and they could have been here in ten minutes. With the cell phone, she would have to give the address. Speaking clearly when you're this terrified isn't easy. Maybe the police would get here and maybe they wouldn't.

 She wishes she had listened to her father. He wanted her to bring a gun. He taught her to shoot a couple of years ago, and she knows how to handle his old .38 pretty well. Still, she refused to bring a gun.

 You see - Julie's only 19, and the federal government has now made it a crime for 19-year-olds to have a gun. No, she realizes that if she kept quiet about it she'd probably never be caught or never prosecuted if she were caught. However, she believes in obeying the law, and she doesn't want to take a chance on having a criminal record.

 The guy walking down her hall with a knife in one hand and the extension cord in the other is 19 also. He can't legally own a gun either, but that wouldn't stop him. The only reason he doesn't have a gun is that he doesn't need one for what he has in mind.

 According to our government, Julie can have a gun in two years. Unfortunately, ..... no, I shouldn't say that. It isn't a matter of "fortune," "luck," "chance," or anything like that. This situation resulted from a deliberate decision by our government.

 What I was going to say was that Julie doesn't have two years. She has about forty horrible minutes.

While this "letter" is a "spoof," it does make a good point.


"My name is ‘Fred' and I like to rape and kill women, but they have never caught me.  I'm 6 foot 3 inches and 240 pounds, so raping and killing women isn't a problem unless they have a gun.  But I don't have to worry about that thanks to all the politicians and police chiefs who keep telling people that gun control will make America safer.  Sooner or later I know I'll run into one of those bitches who carry a gun even though it's against the law.  I worry about that a lot, so I'm all for gun control.  I'm glad Dianne Feinstein and Bill Clinton are making America safer ... safer for people like me!  I've raped and killed about 20 women in several states, but only those states that have a lot of gun control and don't let people carry concealed guns. And of course I never go after powerful women like Feinstein, since people like her can afford armed guards.  I read where she has a permit to carry a concealed gun even though she doesn't want anyone else to have one.  Everyone else is easy prey.  I even raped and killed one woman after she called the police. I drove by ten minutes later to check it out and the cops still weren't there.  I hope you're against owning a gun, so maybe someday I can tie you and your kids up and make you watch while I rape and kill your wife, and then I'll cut your throats too, just like the sheep you are.  It's so easy when no one has guns!  Please keep pushing for gun control.

 "See you soon,


This article is an excerpt from the October 25, 1999 edition of WorldNetDaily.

 The dangers of a disarmed society, by Jon E. Dougherty, staff writer for WorldNetDaily.

© 1999 WorldNetDaily.com

I don't often write about the same subject twice in a week, but I received a pro-gun/pro-safety response from an interesting fellow last Thursday after I wrote a column about the absurdity of disarming all Americans. I thought readers would find it useful in making their case that the gun issue really does revolve around safety, not just rights. This is his message:

"Just read your article on Maryland's attorney general wanting to ban handguns for most. Your conclusions are correct. "We have lived for a number of years in Kenya. There ALL guns are banned, including toy guns that look like guns. The only exception is for small bore shotguns for bird hunting, which are owned by a select few. These guns must be stored in the local police station armory. They can be checked out only during hunting season. It takes an act of parliament to get shells.

"Yet in Kenya any criminal that wants one can get a gun.

"My wife and a friend were robbed at gunpoint near Mombassa. Their vehicle was taken also and they were left standing on the side of the road. As they were walking along they heard shots. The same crooks who had just robbed them, robbed and killed a tourist down the road. And this is in a nation where the police go around with automatic weapons.

"They (the police), by the way, shoot to kill all the time. I worked as a pilot and the airport had armed police everywhere and lots of 'security.' One day, in front of our hangar, a Kenyan made the mistake of touching the policeman's rifle. He died for that mistake, right there in the parking lot. One night in Nairobi, next to my house, a person was lurking in a nearby empty lot. The police came and blew him away with automatic rifle fire. Shoot first and no questions, now or later.

"Make no mistake, when only the police have guns, no one is safe. But even wanton killing by police does not deter crime. The only safety is when you're at home and behind locked bars. Bars everywhere, doors, windows, gates, everywhere. We had to have a security guard, armed with a machete, and a locked gate and wall around our house. Day and night. Terrible way to live.

"And there is still no safety. There are home invasions there too, where 20 or 30 thugs come with wrecking bars and break into houses. Happens all the time. The police for the most part had no cars for transportation. Call 999 (911) and if the phone happened to be working, the response would be on foot or by public bus.

"Another friend was robbed once, during the day. The police came and when they were standing in line for the bus to go back to the stationhouse they noticed someone standing there in line also, with the loot they recognized from the same robbery they came to investigate. The person started to run, so they blew him away too. Our friend felt real bad someone had to die over mere 'stuff.'

"I am a gun owner and don't like the NRA, but when they say, 'when guns are outlawed then only outlaws will have guns,' they are correct. Then, no one is safe."