The Bullet in My Arm

I grew up in a gun-loving town in Alabama. My grandfather’s store sells firearms. But only after I was shot did I begin to understand America’s complicated relationship with guns.

Elaina Plott
Sep 6, 2018 · 15 min read
Illustration: Lisk Feng

I was shot on a Sunday. It was late and it was hot and I was 21, on my way home from dinner during summer break. I’d rolled the…

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