Dad understood violence and... «The Pale-Faced Lie»
cat_on_the_shelf22 января 2022Dad understood violence and pain, and he was never wrong about what would work. But I still had to contend with the hogan and trailer kids throwing rocks and six-ounce Coke bottles at me. When I told Dad, he handed me a .22-caliber pistol with hollow point shells. “This will stop the bastards. A few rounds will quiet them just like the ammonia squirt guns did with the dogs.”
“I can’t do that,” I said. “Shooting with a gun that can kill isn’t the answer.”
“Suit yourself, but don’t complain to me if you won’t do anything to protect yourself. Their weapons are just as dangerous as a .22.”
His solutions were drastic, as I had known since our first car ride together. I found my own way out of the problem. When I collected for the paper, I told the customers living where the kids were hitting me that I’d quit bringing them papers if they didn’t get them to stop. Within days, the assaults had ended.
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