Dangus says, “... the belief that I have a right to kill people for being on my
property unwelcomed(Texas needs to learn this).”
Several glib, hopefully humorous answers come to mind, but it *is* a serious
subject. “Being on my property” covers a multitude of sins.
- “Being” inside my house uninvited and unwanted after I’ve closed it up and
gone to bed is adequate proof you are up to no good. In my house, I must
first assume you might be a family member who has forgotten our family
code, so I don’t shoot on sight. However, my family and friends know
enough to wake me up when coming into my home - I don’t like surprises
(even ‘good’ surprises). Present a threat to me and you will be “neutralized”.
- “Being” outside my home depends upon what you’re doing! Come up the
driveway to the front door and knock, you will be treated with respect until
you earn otherwise. Come lurking around the shrubbery, you’re a target.
What’s your problem?
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When I was a census worker for the 1990 census (I was between jobs and
needed temporary income), I “trespassed” up to forty times a day. I
remembered to close gates as appropriate, walk boldly and be friendly. I was
hassled sometimes for being “from the government” but immediately would
explain this was something temporary to feed my family. It was a very, very
hot summer - even for Texas. Nearly every home I visited offered me iced
tea or some cool water. Not quite “threatening”, is it?
My supervisor stated I visited nearly 5,000 homes. I felt endangered twice.
- Nobody home. Rottweiler loose! I was forced (by the dog) to sit on the
porch ‘till Mom came back from the store! (She apologized and gave me iced
tea!)
- Nobody home. Home is surrounded by brush. Hair goes up on the back of
my neck. I have no proof but I’d bet a thousand dollars I was in the
crosshairs of a riflescope! Acted boldly and openly, left my little paper on
their doorknob and left the premises immediately! Never saw a soul. Still
makes me shiver!
“When in Rome...” ,etc. If Iowans feel their land is public property, I’ll try to
remember that when I’m in Iowa. Texans are some of the warmest,
friendliest people on earth - so long as you are likewise. We don’t like
sneaks. We don’t like thieves or those who deface and destroy what we’ve
struggled to obtain and maintain. When you’re in Texas, remember that.
You’ll do fine and get to drink a *lot* of iced tea!