SOUTH PORTLAND, Me. - Kelly DeCambra made her way through a seven-inches-an-hour snowstorm to a dingy Maine State Police garage where, among the brake parts, transmissions and a flat-bed tow truck, she hoped to find a fragment of solace.
It would come in the form of a Ruger .44 Magnum Super Blackhawk revolver, caked with blood and the memory of Ms. DeCambra's son, 21-year-old Lionel St. Hilaire, who was shot to death with it last year.
This makes as much sense to me as melting down a hammer that you clumsily smashed your thumb with. It might make you feel better, but it makes no sense at all. As with all anti-gun propaganda, this fluff piece relies on emotion instead of rational thought. How about crushing and melting down a vehicle whose owner used it to run someone over and kill them? Why not destroy a piece of machinery that someone got caught in and maimed for life or killed?
How about not punishing the tool and punishing the criminal? Wow, what a novel concept. Unless a firearm is possessed "Christine" style, I can see no logical basis for this flagrant destruction.