Since New York’s new Safe Act, gun enthusiasts at Westside Pistol & Rifle Range have felt under siege. In an exclusive interview, we get their view on gun control.

He stands at the front of the small classroom of skinny-jeans-wearing twenty-somethings, cocking a .22-caliber rifle.

“Welcome to Westside Pistol and Rifle Range,” he says. “Long before it became cool, hip and trendy to hate guns, there used to be more of us around the city.”

And thus begins the 7 p.m. rifle class at Westside Range on West 20th Street, taught by Howard Kwok.

Westside Pistol & Rifle Range, where many of the NYPD’s men and women in blue—and other gun enthusiasts—have come to train and practice, is the last of its kind in Manhattan. The range offers shooting classes and memberships, as well as firearms, and they help first-timers get their gun licenses.

Ever since the Newtown school shootings, and more recently, New York State’s new gun control legislation, the phone at Westside Rifle has been ringing off the hook. After Newtown, it was mostly media requests, most of which were refused.

“If you are a responsible gun owner, you are blamed when tragedies like this happen,” says Raymond Lacson, an instructor, who has worked at the Westside Range since 2009. “That’s the downside to being engaged in this type of sport.”

Since New York’s SAFE Act, new customers and regulars alike have been calling to ask how the legislation will affect them.

The new law is the strictest of all 50 states. It requires, among other things, that gun owners keep guns locked away and out of reach from those barred from gun ownership (i.e. felons, mentally unstable people and those who have served time for domestic abuse in the last five years). It also bans all ammunition magazines holding more than seven rounds and requires gun owners to go through a more rigorous mental health check, as well as update their gun permits every five years.
Perhaps not surprisingly, the new gun legislation is unpopular with the Westside Range. Lacson shakes his head and hesitates before offering his opinion on the new law.

“I agree with the mental health checks, but not with the other parts of the law,” he says, taking a magazine of bullets out of his handgun. “Right now, I have eight rounds in this gun. If I take one out, it’s considered safe by the government,” he says. “To me, a bullet is a bullet. One shot is one shot.”
Lacson says that the extensiveness of the law is really unnecessary in New York City, where it is already an extremely daunting and lengthy process to g et a gun license and buy a firearm. The NYPD approves all licenses, and the processing fee for a handgun license is $430, with a waiting period of five or six months. Halfway through that period, he says, the applicant meets with a psych evaluator, and goes through a background check. After approval, the applicant is given one month to choose a gun, and then the serial number of the firearm is stamped on the back of the gun license within three days of approval. Every time the applicant buys a gun, the process takes another two months.

He also says that licenses from out of state, and even gun licenses from upstate New York or Long Island, are not valid in the city.

Asked how the range deals with shady customers, or ones who make them uneasy, he says, “We try not to be judgmental, but we always send away drunk people,” Lacson says. “If there’s something off, the application and evaluation will take care of that.”

So, who does come to the shooting range?

Meet Francisco Castano, or Frank, as he’s known at Westside, a soft-spoken man who comes from Parkchester in the Bronx, and has been shooting for about a year. His attitude toward guns changed, he said, when he was working in the World Trade Center on 9/11, which made him feel that danger was lurking in unexpected places. He now owns a 9mm Glock for protection and security, to help out his family and people around him if they are ever threatened.

“People say gun owners are the ones who kill people, but that’s not true,” he says. “I don’t like the new law. They should really focus on the guns that are out there right now illegally on the street.”
Now, many members of the Westside Range community agree that guns, even legal ones, are a touchy subject. New Yorkers, they say, have an attitude vastly different from residents of other states and cities, where carrying around a concealed weapon is the norm.

Back in the beginner rifle class, Kwok is explaining different types of guns to his seven students.
“Automatic guns, commonly known as machine guns—don’t even ask me about those.” he says.

Hooray for Mayor Bloomberg, who urges our president to start enforcing gun laws. I contribute money to the Brady campaign to end gun violence. Google it.

You put guns in people’s hands, they use them. Is this somehow our Wild West fixation? Europeans know we’re crazy when it comes to guns. Why aren’t Second Amendment gun crazies strict constitutionalists when it comes to amendments guaranteeing rights for women and minorities?

I can’t imagine why people need guns, but frustration, anger and feelings of impotence and powerlessness must be part of the mix. I’m confident that owning a gun and bullets won’t stop this country from adopting Socialist principles, nor will it stop bankers from stealing from the working classes.

Starbucks stinks in more ways than one. Before guns became the issue, my beef with Starbucks had to do with the standardization of coffee houses, which used to be eccentric, fuzzy havens for people who read and played guitars or just listened to music. Now, Starbucks is one more piece of the giant corporate mall.

We’ve all heard by now that 38 states have open-carry laws for guns, and that frustrated people are now swaggering into Starbucks in at least two of those states, openly sporting guns. Some cafes and coffee houses in northern California, such as Peet’s Coffee and Tea and California Pizza Kitchen, have responded to customer complaints and petitions. These sensible and courageous establishments refuse admission to the gun-toting folks.

Not Starbucks.

Permit me an aside: The only stinky smells I’ve come across in Manhattan are occasional wafts from the open back door of Starbucks at West 60th Street, just west of Broadway. The odor is soured milk and old garbage. The only other time I smelled anything this bad was in the waste-strewn alleys between Cairo’s open sewers.

Back to guns.

I say boycott Starbucks until they pass this rule of decorum: “no unconcealed or concealed weapons allowed.” I bet crazy people can’t walk into Starbucks flaunting genitals or even bare feet. The buck (as it were) should stop with guns.

I’m betting it’s scary to confront an “open-carry” zealot. Does Starbucks even ask these misguided folks to show gun permits?

God help us to nullify the Second Amendment. Will gun-owners openly start carrying guns into Chase banks and subways and Whole Foods markets? Please, please support the Brady campaign and prevent gun violence. They’ve delivered thousands of petitions to Starbucks in Seattle. The life you save may be that of someone you love.

My mother’s sister had a huge farm with cornfields, woodlands and cows outside Philadelphia. My uncle and male cousins laughed at my visceral shivers when they loaded shotguns to kill deer. One of my cousins died in his early 20s in a shotgun accident. It was totally unnecessary. Afterward, nobody removed the prickly deerskin that covered the back of the living room sofa, but I never sat there anyway.

Until two years ago, I had a lovely jerrybuilt 18th-
century farmhouse in the middle of 2,000 acres of someone’s farm in Sullivan County. I began thinking of selling my house when the farmer’s sister told me proudly that she’d shot a huge buck in my backyard. “He put up a big fight,” she said, “but I nailed him.” I didn’t ask her if she planned to eat the deer meat. My uncle and aunt never did. 

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Susan Braudy is the author and journalist whose last book, Family Circle: The Boudins and the Aristocracy of the Left, was nominated for a Pulitzer by publisher Alfred Knopf.