by attacking people, it's a good time to post this link again: Jew Without a Gun
During the Los Angeles riots of 1992, my wife Karen and I, Ariel and
Offspring #2, were inside a film theater. Abruptly, an angry mob
congregated outside; soon they were trying to break down the doors.
Trapped inside, we were all terrified. I held Offspring#2 in my arms;
she shivered like a frightened rabbit. Karen gripped Ariel’s hand.
“Don’t worry,” we were assured, “the police will be here soon.”
But the police did not arrive that night, nor did they protect the
city from arson, looting and murder. In fact, we watched in disbelief as
news cameras captured images of police officers standing idly by while
looters gleefully committed their crimes.
A few days later, I purchased a pistol, a 1911 .45 ACP.