It's a shame that these days, criminals have nothing to fear.
In olden times, when my family fled from across the ocean, they settled in a land where justice was swift and carried out by the offended party. My great grandfather used to tell my grandmother of the Texas he found after getting off the boat and looking for a place where he felt safe. He told her that it wasn't the law or politicians that criminals were afraid of, it was the people who would fight to make their town safe and exact much deserved retribution if necessary. It might not have always been right or fair, but damn if it didn't work.
Then it all changed for him. All of a sudden, the criminals had more rights than he did. They had the right to fair trial. The had the right to fair treatment. Where was this fairness when they victimized helpless, innocent people?
One day, my grandmother's sister was attacked and brutally raped. My great grandfather went to the town officials and said he wanted justice. They brushed him off and said they'd take care of it. That wasn't enough for him.
He did some "hard research" (beating asses for answers) and found out that the man who did the deed and his father were coming in on a train the next day. He found out what the guy looked like and went home to get his rifle.
Then next day, bright and early, my great grandfather waited at the train station. Eventually he saw two men getting off the train and one of them fit the description. He walked up to the man and asked, "are you ********?" The man said, "yeah." Without any talk or explaining why what was about to happen was going to happen, my great grandfather yanked up the rifle and blew the mans guts all over the platform. He turned the rifle to the man with him and said, "who are you?" The other man said, "I'm this boy's father." Then, my great grandfather sprayed him all over the platform right next to his son.
My great grandfather was arrested, and charged with double murder. His trial just so happened to coincide with a visit from the president of the United States to his little town in Texas. I have a picture of my great grandfather in his Sundays best, outside his prison cell, about to go to the courthouse. The trial was a big to-do in the town, as everyone knew my great grandfather and he was a well respected man of the town. The president of the United States actually attended my great grandfathers trial and after a very short time pulled the judge outside. When they came back in, the president asked my great grandfather, "why did you kill that man's father?" My great grandfather said, "if I didn't do it then, I would have just had to do it later in the day."
The president of the United States pardoned my great grandfather and let him go free. That presidential pardon is framed and in my father's living room.
These days, good people will be arrested and go to trial, be sued, or even go to prison for defending themselves, their families, and their communities. Can you imagine the president of today sitting through a murder trial for a man who was protecting or avenging his family? I'm pretty sure that said man would spend the rest of his life in prison as an example against owning personal firearms and vigilantism.
I never got a chance to meet my great grandfather, but if I did, I'd shake his hand and say, "Thanks for standing up."