Random Thoughts About Open Carrying In Santa Fe

By Robert Farago

I was at the New Mexico History Museum in Santa Fe yesterday, open carrying my Wilson Combat X-TAC 1911. The moment my daughter and I walked in we immediately ran into trouble. She was sipping on a fresh watermelon juice; verboten libation in the surgically clean minimalist museum. A friendly lady of a certain age sold us tickets, described the exhibits and advised Lola to put her drink in a locker. As we approached the designated drink storage space a security guard sitting by the door began whispering into his headset cord. Uh-oh . . .

We headed back to the main museum, looking forward to exploring the culture and history of the Land of Enchantment. Another security guard stopped us.

“Excuse me sir,” he said. “Do you mind stepping over here for a moment?”

A Terry stop in a museum. Great.

“My name is [redacted]. I’m the Sergeant here.”

Who knew museum guards had ranks? I felt like saluting. But I didn’t. I introduced myself, shaking his hand.

“I see you’re carrying a gun. May I ask why?”

A part me wanted to say, no, you may not ask. My decision to exercise my natural, civil and Constitutionally protected right to keep and …read more

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