When I enrolled my wife in a CCW course, I wasn’t seeking a culturally broadening experience. It just so happened that during the week she could do it, the only class I could find with open seats was also the least expensive.
The instructor was a heavy-set, foul-mouthed ex-Marine with personal issues right out of a bad country-music piece. There were seven people in the class, four of whom were women. Two of the women were black. One of the black women worked in what is now known as “exotic dancing.”
Hey, it takes all kinds!
As has been widely reported, women are making an ever greater percentage of participants in the shooting sports, and among CCW holders in particular. Locally, blacks seem to surprisingly well-represented among CCW applicants.
CCW classes are regularly conducted at the public range at which I shoot. The class was (perhaps) breaking for lunch one Saturday while I was there, and filed past the rifle range from the handgun range. A fair number of blacks, if not a majority. They got a long look at us, the exclusively white riflemen, every man of us cradling an AR-15.
I’m thinking we made a good impression.