Why (Some) Americans Love Guns


Charles Bronson, “Death Wish 2”

Today I rerun a post that originally came out following the Tucson, Arizona shooting almost two years ago, and it’s depressing that it feels as though it could have been written yesterday. I’ve deliberately chosen not to update it to make that point.

Will we once again return to business as usual after the shock over Sandy Hook has subsided? We can hope this time will be different–people talk about a threshold being crossed–but that remains to be seen. The post features a poem by my father that attempts to understand the psychology of America’s gun fanatics. He has a front row seat for his observations, living as he does in gun-mad Tennessee.

Polls show that while most Americans favor stricter gun laws, there is fervent opposition among a significant number of white men and non-college whites. Often in these cases we appear to be witnessing atavistic fears that are beyond reasoning. Combined with the shock of a black president, these may arise from historical memories of prospective slave uprisings or Indian attacks. Complicating some of the imagery in the poem below, where the gun becomes equated with the phallus, is the fact that it was apparently the mother (and first victim) of the Sandy Hook killer who was the source of his weapons. Apparently she was an enthusiastic automatic weapon owner who would take her disturbed son to the firing range.

Reposted from February 2, 2011

Following the Columbine High School shootings, outrage against permissive gun laws led, not to tougher gun laws, but to pushback by the National Rifle Association.  The NRA went on to help George W. Bush squeak by Albert Gore in the 2000 elections and has since become so bold that the 2006 Congress was afraid to extend the 1986 ban on machine guns and large ammunition clips.  When Barack Obama was elected president, gun sales in America went through the roof. Ready accessibility and an inadequate system of security checks meant that a mentally unstable Jared Loughner could buy the glock he used to gun down his victims at the Tucson shopping center.

The following poem by my father looks at some of the psychological reasons for America’s love affair with guns. It is as angry a poem as I have seen him write, which is noteworthy since we in the United States seem to have become as fatalistic about mass shootings are we are about, say, auto accidents.  The President didn’t even mention gun control in his State of the Union address.

“Ballad of the National Rifle Association” was “triggered” by an ad in Gun World that appeals to a sexualized urge to power.  In the poem we are treated to multiple fantasies and fears: macho displays of supremacy, erotic dreams of manly sexual performance, imagined Hollywood scenarios of protecting our virginal daughters as we cleanse the world of the urban “putrefaction,” revenge fantasies against chaotic nature and against our parents (the Pentheus mentioned in the poem is Euripides’ uptight control freak who is torn apart by his Dionysus-crazed mother), utopian visions of a new Jerusalem established by a militarized America that is very good at “winging rockets,” whether at enemies or at the moon. (“It’s natural the boys should whoop it up for so huge a phallic triumph,” W. H. Auden has written about the moon landing.) The poem was written in the 1990’s but is impressively prescient given how commonplace apocalyptic language has become among many gun-toting enthusiasts.

The poem appears in the my father’s collection The ZYX of Political Sex (Highlander Research and Education Center, 1999)so expect the language to be explicit.  Incidentally, Lucille Thornburgh, to whom the poem is dedicated, was a longtime union activist.

Here’s the poem:

Ballad of the National Rifle Association

By Scott Bates

In memory of Lucille Thornburgh, dedicated worker for social justice, who liked this poem.

“For your shooting satisfaction . . .”
–from an ad in Gun World

Pistol small arm handgun gun
Trooper Trailsman Frontier Scout
Smith & Wesson Remington
Combat Cobra Knockabout
Browning Sheridan Colt Snap-Out
Single-six and Double-action
Give you shooting satisfaction.

Pistol short arm peter prick
Rod avenger redmeat dong
Johnnie joystick reamer dick
Dummy fixer hicky prong
Swinging sirloin two feet long
Have a similar attraction
Every boy can be King Kong
With a shooting satisfaction.

Pistol-heist her hunt her down
Line her up and ream her right
Ride her home get off your gun
Shag her shoot her up tonight
Jump her hump her out of sight
Whang her bang her get your action
Fill her full of dynamite
For your shooting satisfaction.

Pistol Po-lice save your pity
For the dirty rotten hood
Gun him down in Inner City
Like they do in Hollywood
Save your daughter’s maidenhood
And pulverize the putrefaction
Trash him baby trash him good
For your shooting satisfaction.

Pistol Pentheus git yer maw
Afore she tears you limb from limb
Beat yer pappy to the draw
And incidentally get him
The sonavabitch who wants yer skin
To add it to his rug collection
Blast yer pappy Jungle Jim
Fer yer shootin’ satisfaction.

Pistol Patriot shoot your wad
The world the moon your mouth your brother
Build Jerusalem by God
Winging rockets at each other
Love your country like a mother
Love your enemy dog-fashion
Love your neighbor till he smother
In your shooting satisfaction.


Pistol pirate cool tycoon
Do us all a benefaction
Go take a flying fuck at the moon
For our shooting satisfaction!

The poem gets me thinking about Obama’s observation during the 2008 campaign about Pennsylvania lower and lower-middle class voters who have become disillusioned and bitter and who “cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.” He was attacked, with some reason, for being elitist and patronizing: after all, instead of identifying with voters he was analyzing them–and, to make matters worse, doing so before a liberal San Francisco audience. (In his defense, he was a young intelligent black man bewildered by the fury that was being directed against him and was attempting to come up with an explanation.)

At the risk of being just as patronizing, I think he was right about the guns and the xenophobia if not necessarily about the religion: I too see many people’s love of guns as an expression of powerlessness against stagnating incomes and broken government promises. Like Obama I think we should blame those who cynically exploit the fears and frustrations rather than the people themselves.  The poem helps us better understand why gun symbolism is so potent that gun companies, politicians, demagogues and talk show hosts can take full advantage of it.

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  • I’m really blown away by Scott’s poem. The anger seems very appropriate to the craziness of the responses around the latest massacre. Many people–including Joe Scarborough!–have backed off their pro-gun position, but other people are saying things like, the principal should have had a gun to defend the school with…!!!!! I love the way Scott’s poem captures the hysterical frenzy that seems to arise around gun culture (as opposed to, say, hunting culture). Thanks for sharing it, Robin!

  • I have just reread Scott Bates’ poem “Ballad of the National Rifle Association”. It is so real and so powerful, I feel like I have been kicked in the stomach.

    That is a crude and horrible way to describe a fine poem, but it actually made me feel sick… not because it is crude or shocking in a sexual way, but because it is so real, and therefore terrifying.

    How did manly “virtue” become so closely associated with violence and sexual aggression? I am afraid that the “saner” elements of society have been comfortably dozing while evil… both vicarious and real… gained the upper hand.

    The myth that I recall is Pandora. Will new legistation, even if it can be accomplished politically, ever be successfully enforced? And what can be done about the sad and broken people who inflict their rage on others?

    The poem is a powerful statement that merits wide readership at this terrible time. How can it be more widely distributed?

  • Good Morning Robin & Scott,

    love the poem, and the post… We are on the verge of change, even if it takes 10 years, like Civil rights… Thank you, appreciated…

  • Bill Monroe

    “To preserve liberty, it is essential that the whole body of people always possess arms, and be taught alike especially when young, how to use them.” (Richard Henry Lee, 1788, Initiator of the Declaration of Independence, and member of the first Senate, which passed the Bill of Rights, Walter Bennett, ed., Letters from the Federal Farmer to the Republican, at 21,22,124 (Univ. of Alabama Press,1975)..)

    The strongest reason for people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government.” — (Thomas Jefferson)

    “Firearms stand next in importance to the Constitution itself. They are the American people’s liberty teeth and keystone under independence … From the hour the Pilgrims landed, to the present day, events, occurrences, and tendencies prove that to insure peace, security and happiness, the rifle and pistol are equally indispensable . . . the very atmosphere of firearms everywhere restrains evil interference – they deserve a place of honor with all that is good” (George Washington)

    Your assumption that only uneducated immasculated males are capable of believing that individual ownership and legal use of firearms is proper is entertaining at best, but dangerous at worst. Some of the most educated and enlightened men in the history of this country believed that the keeping and, if necessary, the bearing of arms of a military nature were absolutely necessary in order to prevent tyranny and, on occassion, crime. Have governments or the hearts of men changed in the last 230 years, I think not!!!!

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