Calling all parents: Will you buy back your kids' guns?

If I had called for the banning of toy guns, I would understand some of the sentiment. But I’m not doing that. 


If I had called for the banning of toy guns, I would understand some of the sentiment. But I’m not doing that.

The day after the Connecticut shooting, my ten year old son presented me with his Christmas wish list. Of the ten requests were ten variations of Halo and other violent video games. Fat chance, I told him.

I decided to tell him, and his twelve year old brother, about the shootings, and how sick they made me feel. I wanted to do something. Anything. I asked the boys to gather their toy guns. Not the yellow nerf guns or the fluorescent water guns, but the replica assault rifles and handguns that had accumulated after a trip to the Royal Show without me.

We’ve always been a relatively gun free home. I like to think of myself as a bit of peacenik, I guess, although I did buy each of them a wooden pop gun rifle a few years ago from a re-enactment village in the USA where they were born. It made a cute sound I thought at the time. Pop. Pop.

Anyway. I talked to the boys about Newtown. When my twelve year old, who has an intellectual disability, didn’t seem to “get it” I said – imagine if someone walked into your school, into Mrs Smith’s class, and killed every kid in your buddy class, as well as Mrs Smith and some of the other teachers. Then he got it.

I asked the boys to collect their plastic replica guns. Half of them had the orange tip required by law in the USA but not Australia. We put them on the floor in the lounge room, and I said “What would it take to get rid of this crap?” I offered them a few dollars. At five dollars each, my ten year old wavered (he’s saving for an iPod). Big guy, however, wasn’t interested – especially with my decree that if I bought them they would go in the rubbish bin.

President Barack Obama has promised ‘meaningful action’ on gun control.

Negotiations ensued, and the result was that I didn’t have to pay anything, but they agreed that the toy guns could be bagged up and hidden, indefinitely, in the garage (a black hole of bikes, parts, books, boxes, hubcaps, caravan equipment and boogie boards).

Later in the day I thought about how futile the idea was – what would it really change? Especially when so many of their friends have toy guns. So I thought I’d offer to buyback their guns, too. And maybe we could make a small party of it. A BBQ at my place. It would be less sad for the kids if we turned it into an event and we all got to stomp on the things, and then maybe my twelve year old would come around and join in?

So I posted a status on Facebook. My friends started commenting, wanting to join in. It was looking like I might not be able to afford all their toy guns, even at only $5 a piece. A girlfriend called, and suggested we make it a fundraiser, and the idea kind of snowballed from there. We called our local Police, who were very supportive, and I called an editor to see if they’d be interested in supporting the idea. He said – “Let’s run a story on it tomorrow, and see what support comes out of it”.  So they sent a photographer and a story  was born.


The aim of the event is to raise some awareness of gun safety, of recognising and addressing potential mental health issues in children and young adults, and to show some support for the victims of gun crimes.

The idea is that parents whose kids have toy guns and who would like to be rid of them can pay for a gun buyback, with an extra buck or so thrown in for charity (we’re looking at both a mental health organisation, and an anti-violence group). We’ll organise a BBQ, have someone speak about gun safety, crush some toy guns in a symbolic gesture of support, and watch our children play – a privilege no longer afforded to twenty Newport families.

“Apparently I am destroying my children’s childhoods.”

A link to the Facebook event page was placed on the article.

If I had a party to celebrate a love of chocolate cake I wouldn’t expect anyone to crash through the gates, destroy the place, slander the guests and say that Vanilla cake is the only acceptable cake? And would anyone in their right mind do it wearing nametags? I’m all for a discussion on the merits of vanilla versus chocolate. I think both have great value, but this party was all about chocolate cake.

But the trolls and the haters were out in force last night, and most of them weren’t even anonymous. For my peaceful efforts, I am apparently a twat, an imbecile, a fucking retard, a moron, an idiot, a nutter and more.

And what’s more, I am destroying my children’s childhoods (because a childhood without a plastic replica assault rifle is a childhood not worth living). The vitriol was disturbing. Saddening. We closed down the Facebook event page and started a more controllable Facebook Group page  so we can ban the worst offenders.

I haven’t called for a ban on toy guns. I’m simply offering families a novel way of educating their kids about guns. A way to start a conversation. I hope some of you will join me.

 Sam Paior is involved with the website which she started with a few other parents of kids with special needs. You can get involved with the toy gun buy back by visiting her Facebook page here.

Do your children have toy guns? Have the tragic events of Newtown made you rethink guns as appropriate toys?

Mamamia Publisher Mia Freedman appeared on The Project last night to discuss this topic. Watch the video below. Segment starts at 5 mins 35 seconds: