How my white father-in-law taught me to embrace guns

In the deathly cold of November 2010, our president was still black, and I’d only been dating Lizzie, who is white, for three months. We took a two-hour drive from the University of Oklahoma, where we were studying, to meet her parents for the first time. Her dad, Charles, shook my hand and then promptly left the room, returning with the biggest revolver I’d ever seen.