I met a fellow last year who had defended himself successfully. Had previously read about him in the paper. In the paper it said that he had been attacked by a gang of fifteen youths throwing sticks and stones, had shot one, and been arrested.
What happened, according to him, was a bit more complicated. He’s an attorney. He’s black. He lives in Oakland. He is professionally well acquainted with the police. By implication he either works in the District Attorney’s or Public Defender’s office. He bought a home and moved in with his family. A drug gang had a crack house on their street. He and some neighbors monitored and reported their activities to the police on a regular basis.
One evening as he stepped out to buy some takeout food, a gang of young teenagers descended on him, calling names (snitch, pig-loving motherf!@#er…) and throwing things. At one point one turned to another and said, “Enough. Give me the gun.” reaching for something the other handed. At that point the attorney drew his .380 and fired hitting the kid in the shoulder at about 20 yards (one shot, one hit! awesome!). The wounded punk ran about fifty yards and fell. The others scattered. An ambulance, the police, a mob of parents and relatives all appeared in short order. The crowd got ugly and the police took the attorney away. The attorney was not charged. It eventuated, after interrogation of some of the punks, that the wounded one was one of three designated shooters. The wounded one sued. The attorney’s homeowners’ insurance settled without his permission; $50k to the kid, $20k to his mom.