Death Licenses verses Life Licenses

Standing in line in my southern town at the probate court recently, I noticed a trend in the races of people getting their licenses. It was a line of white males, aged 18-45 getting pistol licenses, and people of color getting marriage licenses. In the hour I stood in line, I did not see one single deviation from this trend.

There’s something poetic to be said here, but I’m not poetic enough to say it.