My first gun was the .22LR bolt action rifle my father had as a kid, which he then passed down to me. I enjoyed target shooting with it on the weekends so much that I made the mistake of mentioning it and my range time to other kids at school.
Some Karen of a teacher must have heard something, because one night the cops showed up at our door, said they'd heard rumors I might be planning a school shooting...rumors that, I shouldn't even have to say, were COMPLETELY without foundation...and they would like my parents to voluntarily and temporarily turn over all guns in the house, just until things settle down a bit.
My father trusted the system and complied.
Somehow, the story of this happening got out, and high school rumor mill turned it into "the cops took his guns because he was planning to shoot up the school". My family's efforts to show good faith were treated as proof of my guilt. I became a social pariah. Shortly thereafter, I was suspended from school for the rest of the year because "other parents were saying they didn't feel their kids were safe with me there", and in place of classroom education, they sent a shitty tutor to my house who didn't know most of the subject matter. My performance dropped, I lost all of my honors classes, I was behind in math for the rest of my high school career. The school social worker visited us more than once, with both my parents and myself having the impression that she was looking for excuses to try and get me removed from my parents' custody. The school allowed me to return the next year, but required I be supervised by a minder like some of the retarded kids, just so everyone felt safe. This of course make me a friendless laughing stock.
My parents finally had enough, after the school kept the minder on me for longer and longer after repeatedly promising it was only temporary, they threatened to sue and got them to back down. They demanded the cops give us back our guns. Even though they'd been turned over voluntarily, the cops refused, said we had to jump through all kinds of permitting hoops to get back guns that were already grandfathered...literally, we'd owned them since they were passed down from my grandfather. After we jumped through those hoops, the cops moved the goalposts, now they were saying my parents couldn't have their property back until I was 21 and they could prove I was no longer a resident of their house.
My dad lawyered up and assraped them in court. We got our guns back, and I got my first right-wing belief, that gun control is a crock of shit and the government can never be trusted with it.
My first gun was the .22LR bolt action rifle my father had as a kid, which he then passed down to me. I enjoyed target shooting with it on the weekends so much that I made the mistake of mentioning it and my range time to other kids at school.
Some Karen of a teacher must have heard something, because one night the cops showed up at our door, said they'd heard rumors I might be planning a school shooting...rumors that, I shouldn't even have to say, were COMPLETELY without foundation...and they would like my parents to voluntarily and temporarily turn over all guns in the house, just until things settle down a bit.
My father trusted the system and complied.
Somehow, the story of this happening got out, and high school rumor mill turned it into "the cops took his guns because he was planning to shoot up the school". My family's efforts to show good faith were treated as proof of my guilt. I became a social pariah. Shortly thereafter, I was suspended from school for the rest of the year because "other parents were saying they didn't feel their kids were safe with me there", and in place of classroom education, they sent a shitty tutor to my house who didn't know most of the subject matter. My performance dropped, I lost all of my honors classes, I was behind in math for the rest of my high school career. The school social worker visited us more than once, with both my parents and myself having the impression that she was looking for excuses to try and get me removed from my parents' custody. The school allowed me to return the next year, but required I be supervised by a minder like some of the retarded kids, just so everyone felt safe. This of course make me a friendless laughing stock.
My parents finally had enough, after the school kept the minder on me for longer and longer after repeatedly promising it was only temporary, they threatened to sue and got them to back down. They demanded the cops give us back our guns. Even though they'd been turned over voluntarily, the cops refused, said we had to jump through all kinds of permitting hoops to get back guns that were already grandfathered...literally, we'd owned them since they were passed down from my grandfather. After we jumped through those hoops, the cops moved the goalposts, now they were saying my parents couldn't have their property back until I was 21 and they could prove I was no longer a resident of their house.
My dad lawyered up and assraped them in court. We got our guns back, and I got my first right-wing belief, that gun control is a crock of shit and the government can never be trusted with it.