Often and often, when the talk turns to the amazing effectiveness of gun control, Great Britain is offered up as a shining example of what can be achieved. It is, after all, an island populated by a people of world-renowned politeness and common decency. Being an island, any thinking person would immediately conclude that guns can be easily excluded, ushering in an unprecedented era of law-abiding peace.
Of course, Britain isn’t the only island in the world. It’s not even the only island with really strict gun control. And let’s face it: it is uncomfortably close to that ancient hell-hole, the European continent, making it more difficult than you might think to keep out those evil guns. Then there’s the dreary weather, which always puts tempers on edge.
But how about Jamaica? It really is out in the middle of nowhere, comparatively speaking. It’s sunny. They have beautiful beaches. They have pretty women in pretty clothes. They have happy music. They have good food. They have the good ganga. They have a charming accent that makes you smile just listening to it.
Since 1974 Jamaica has had in place some of the toughest gun laws in the world. They are simply banned for 99% of the population; officially anyway. The very rich can pay a police chief to authorize issuance of a revolver and a box of rounds. But for the great majority of Jamaicans guns are officially out of reach. The penalty for unauthorized possession of any firearm is an automatic life sentence…no appeal…no parole. You get picked up today, and by next week you’re starting your sentence.
So, naturally, Jamaica is a happy, peaceful place. A place without guns, without violence, without…uh….wait a minute:
The newspapers every morning were awash in stories of pure carnage and gratuitous killing on a scale far surpassing anything one could equate with little Jamaica! I have seen front page photos of headless corpses with the headlines indicating it was friends who argued over politics! I have seen numerous instances of obvious innocents murdered simply because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. And in Jamaica, that wrong place can be even your home. They LIVE in neighborhoods according to their political party! And it’s very dangerous to live in the wrong neighborhood come election time in Jamaica.
“Imagine a world without guns!” shriek the peaceful ones, the non-violent, the pure, the liberal, the good-intentioned.
Always before, I’ve answered: Don’t have to imagine it, we know what a world without guns looks like. It looks like most of human history, ruled by big strong male testosterone monsters who have nothing better to do than practice with their swords and engage in plunder and rape and mass-murder of entire villages, limited only by other sword-wielding testosterone monsters defending their private reserves. Then came the Kentucky Long Rifle, and Samuel Colt, and the sainted John Moses Browning, and all of a sudden, farmers and philosophers, cute girls and little old ladies, and even grouchy old cripples in wheel chairs could hold their own against the swordsmen.
Now I can add, We have Jamaica.
One horrible tale sticks in my mind over all the others; no mean feat I assure you after all I saw there ultimately. There was an entire family, deemed by the community they resided in, to be in the wrong place. Their zinc wall house, and zinc door, was kicked in by thugs supporting the dominant political party of the area. All sixteen members of the extended family; women, kids, old people…were slaughtered with machine guns…right in their own home. And if that wasn’t enough, the gravediggers who came to bury these poor people, were chased away from the cemetery by the people of the neighborhood who didn’t want the family buried among their folks. Wrong party! And this happened twice as I recall, until the police were dispatched to see that the victims were interred successfully.
Um, but, I thought you said Jamaica had the good control?
Oh, yes. The good gun control. They’ve got it. They’ve got plenty:
…They expedite gun crime cases, cause they have so many. They’ve had to set up a special court that only handles gun crime; called appropriately enough “Gun Court”.
It’s been thiry-five years since these laws were put in place. I recently saw some crime statistics from Kingston and they showed that city’s population of just over 800,000 had about 1,400 murders last year; most of them…by gunfire.
The law can be made no tougher, unless you execute the lawbreaker. Yet it hasn’t worked. Thirty-five years, and it hasn’t worked! The police have guns. The rich and politicians have guns, or armed bodyguards. The Jamaican Army has guns. The criminals have guns. The political thugs have guns.
The ONLY group in Jamaica that has no guns: The law-abiding citizenry!
Hey! Gun controllers!
You! Are! Wrong!
You are killing people. Killing the innocent, the weak, the underdogs. You are killing liberty, killing the rule of law, killing peace itself.
You are wrong, and your leaders are outright evil. They have guns, or at least bodyguards with guns.
It’s only you, and me, and the law abiding they want defenseless.
It’s only Liberty Herself they want to see disarmed.
They are The Swordsmen, come again, ready to ride again…and you are clearing the path for them, spreading the palms on the road, bowing down and accepting your chains.
Shame on you. Shame!
Let me add something that is rapidly becoming a mantra on the side of liberty:
This Debate Would Be Over
If the Other Side was Rational
[Jamaica article found Sipsey Street Irregulars.]