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Before I crossed the turnpike that Sunday, I told my father I was willing to learn, but that the idea of owning a gun still made me feel uncomfortable and afraid.

* * * he following week, after I returned to Philadelphia, my friend Jameel taught me to shoot.

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I’m sure my father knew this is what would happen, figured curiosity would get the best of me and I’d eventually call with the news I was a legal gun owner with a permit to conceal.

Jameel rubbed my arm, promising my predictions of killing someone after dropping the gun would never happen. Driving across Philadelphia toward that range was like a death march. There were too many questions and not enough answers.

He reminded me that he was there to teach me everything I needed to know. Still, I found myself clutching a pair of ear protectors to my chest while men, young and old, fired long guns around me.

wo days before Philando Castile was killed while informing a police officer of his concealed carry permit, I learned my father had one, too.

I was home for the Fourth of July weekend, happy to be in the wide expanse of Ohio when my mother informed me that my father carried a gun.