The Right To Bear Arms and The Right To Be Protected Against Them

I get off the bus at the university, and three things happen: I'm asked for ID, my bag is searched and I walk through a metal detector. Every single day. When I go to the mall, the same routine. When I eat out, a security guard sits outside the restaurant. When I was in elementary … Continue reading The Right To Bear Arms and The Right To Be Protected Against Them

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Where I Was On 9/11

On September 11th, 2001, I got up and went to school, said "Good morning!" to a friend, and she snapped, "No. Bad morning." I was ten years old and had just started fifth grade at Orot Etzion in Efrat. I loathed my new homeroom teacher. We didn't have a TV. If my parents had heard … Continue reading Where I Was On 9/11