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“Yes, people pull the trigger – but guns are the instrument of death. Gun control is necessary, and delay means more death and horror.” So declared Eliot Spitzer, in an age trembling under the weight of violence and the cold gleam of steel. His words, though born in a modern world, carry the eternal rhythm of wisdom—that tools of destruction, left unchecked, will one day consume their makers. He spoke not merely as a man of law, but as one who heard the echo of ancient truth: that responsibility is the price of civilization, and that to wield power without restraint is to invite ruin upon the innocent.

In this saying, Spitzer distinguishes between choice and instrument, between the hand that acts and the tool that magnifies its power. Yes, it is the human being who pulls the trigger—but the gun transforms that act into instant death, into tragedy without warning or mercy. The ancients knew well that a blade in the wrong hands could bring kingdoms to their knees; yet the sword, though sharp, was still bound by the will of the arm. The gun, however, is swifter, deadlier—a thunder in human shape. To ignore its power, or to delay its control, is not wisdom but arrogance. For each moment of hesitation, Spitzer warns, “means more death and horror.”

History bears grim witness to his words. In the halls of remembrance stands the tragedy of Columbine, where two young men turned weapons of war against their own peers, and the laughter of youth was silenced by the rattle of gunfire. Their hands were indeed the ones that pulled the triggers—but would they have wielded such horror if not for the instrument that made killing effortless? And after Columbine came Sandy Hook, and after that, countless more. Each name, each place, another toll of the same dark bell. Humanity sleeps, and the instruments of death multiply, gleaming in the hands of the lost and the angry.

To those who protest and say, “It is not the weapon but the man,” one might answer: does not wisdom bind power? When fire was first discovered, our ancestors feared it, for it consumed as easily as it warmed. They learned to confine it to the hearth, to master its flame. Likewise, the sword was given only to the trained and the noble, that it might defend and not destroy. Yet now, in this age of lightning and machines, we scatter the tools of death like seeds across the land—and wonder why the harvest is red. Spitzer’s warning rings like a prophet’s cry: delay is complicity, and in our waiting, lives are lost.

But his words are not born of condemnation alone—they are also a plea for courage. For it takes courage to face the truth of our own making, to admit that freedom without wisdom is peril, that rights must walk hand in hand with responsibility. It is not enough to mourn the dead; we must guard the living. Laws are not chains but shields, forged to protect what is sacred. To craft wise laws, to enforce them with compassion and strength, is not tyranny—it is the duty of the just.

And so, O listener, let this lesson take root: do not let delay be your excuse. Do not close your eyes to the suffering of others while calling it liberty. True freedom does not lie in the power to kill, but in the power to preserve life. The strength of a nation is not measured by its weapons, but by its mercy; not by how many guns it owns, but by how few it needs. Each citizen, each leader, must choose whether to be an architect of safety or a witness to needless death.

Therefore, rise with understanding. Speak for laws that protect, for systems that heal, for a world where the instrument of death no longer governs the fate of the living. For every day we hesitate, another voice is silenced, another family broken, another heart turned to ashes. Remember Spitzer’s cry: “Delay means more death and horror.” Let it not be said that we were warned and did nothing. Let us, instead, be remembered as those who had the courage to act—to turn the tools of destruction into instruments of peace, and thus redeem the world from its own darkness.