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Friday, February 23, 2018

Armed Teachers: An Idea from the Privileged Elite

Tom Sullivan, over at Digby's place, presents just one of the numerous reasons arming teachers is a bad idea.

I have a little insight into Sullivan's article.  Not much, but a little.  I did a little skydiving when I was young and reckless.  When you take the training, they tell you that "brainlock" is a common occurrence on your first jump, and for some people for the first several jumps.  Brainlock is a short period when you first exit the plane where your brain stops working.  You get no sensory input.  You freeze up.  You can't remember anything from the brainlock period.

My first jump was a static line jump from 9500 feet out of a Cessna 182.  I won't bore you with all of the details about skydiving and so on except to sat that I and my fellow first timers took five hours of training for that first jump.  They train you in every aspect of the jump and then you do mock jumps at ground level over and over again.  When you are done with training, you and the other students tend to keep practicing over and over because you want to enjoy the jump but you don't want to make a mistake and maybe, you know, die.  So you practice over and over.

I'm a pretty nervy guy, but, without going into details, as soon as I let go of the strut and began to fall through the sky, I brainlocked.  Those five seconds of brainlock are eery.  I can still see the jumpmaster signal to let go., still see my fingers on the strut, and can still see the canopy, filled out, over my head when I came out of the brainlock and looked up to check my lines and make sure the riser was okay and I had a full canopy, but I cannot remember those five seconds.  I wasn't panicked.  I don't think I was scared because the only emotions I have ever felt about that jump, at the time or afterwards, have been exhiliration, joy, and pride.

Once I unlocked I performed as trained, but all that training didn't stop me from locking up.

I've never been in combat.  I've fired guns; this is America, after all.  I've been to the practice range and fired an S&W .357 and been to the skeet range and fired shotguns at clay pigeons, but nobody ever fired back. My dad liked guns and liked to shoot (he was a WWII vet), so they're not some weird, terrifying, peculiar thing to me.  I even have a .25 my father-in-law gave me years ago somewhere in the house, though I'm damned if I know where it is.  I never fired it because it's a mid-1960s Czech knockoff of a German Erma Werke .25 pocket gun and it would probably blow up in my hand.  I've tried to break it down for cleaning and it won't come apart.  But I don't pretend to know how I would react if the chips were down and I really had to fire a weapon at someone who  was shooting at me. Five seconds of brainlock under fire could be the last five seconds of your life.

There's a better solution to the problem of mass murder than arming all the citizens.  Arming teachers, well, that's something a thoughtless person who has never been in a genuinely urgent situation might suggest.
posted by DBK at 2:41 PM |

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