By Phillip Marais
Self-defence guns. Like insurance, it’s one of those things that we buy and hope to never be forced to use. The mere fact that we feel it necessary to have to carry one of them on our person speaks volumes about the violent crime rate in the country. I made the choice that I will be armed some time after an armed-robbery at home. My father managed to repel the two armed attackers through decisive, violent, speedy action, using only a plastic baton, while they were armed with what I later identified as Beretta 92-type pistols. It became clear to me then that we need not be victims. I bought and licenced a handgun. And it is ugly.
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