— Good afternoon, Walt.
— I told you I'm not going to confession.
— Why didn't you just call the police?
— What?
— I do work with some of the Hmong gang and I heard there was trouble in the neighborhood. Why didn't you call the police?
— Well… You know, I prayed that they would show up… but nobody answered.
— What were you thinking? Someone could have been killed. We're talking life and death here.
— When things go wrong, you gotta act quickly. When we were in Korea and a thousand screaming gooks came across our line we didn't call the police, we reacted.
— Son, where did you get this gun?
— My mom gave it to me.
Guns are the weapons of fools.
"Girl or boy, we fight our battles," he said, "but the gods let us choose our weapons".
When I held that gun in my hand, I felt a surge of power… like God must feel when he's holding a gun.
If you have weapons, take them home; if you do not have them, please do not seek to get them. We cannot solve this problem through retaliatory violence. We must meet violence with nonviolence. Remember the words of Jesus: "He who lives by the sword will perish by the sword". We must love our white brothers, no matter what they do to us. We must make them know that we love them. Jesus still cries out in words that echo across the centuries: "Love your enemies; bless them that curse you; pray for them that despitefully use you". This is what we must live by. We must meet hate with love. Remember, if I am stopped, this movement will not stop, because God is with the movement. Go home with this glowing faith and this radiant assurance.
It was general knowledge that these bodyguards knew karate, a fact that amused the other Dons but did not alarm them in the slightest, no more than if the California Dons had come wearing amulets blessed by the Pope.
Even peaceful people, given a gun, can go crazy. Afterwards they can’t even understand what led them to do it. Such is the evil power of weapons.