Growing up in the city of Detroit gun violence was a way of life. Watching the 11 o’clock news was a daily report of what happens when people use guns to fight over drug trafficking territory, domestic issues, and other senseless acts. In my life I have lost three friends to gun violence, one used his father’s gun to kill himself and the other two were killed by their girlfriend’s jealous ex-boyfriend. Living in an environment such as this, I have never understood the fascination with guns. My father, who works for our church’s private security force, has a permit to carry a fire arm. He would talk about going to the gun range but he never wanted me to … Continue reading