#dunblane

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dunblane (cathedral), scotland

A man entered Dunblane Primary School and murdered 16 children and a teacher, as well as injuring 15 people, before shooting himself dead.

The murdered people’s names are:

Victoria Elizabeth Clydesdale

Erma Elizabeth Crozier

Melissa Helen Currie

Charlotte Louise Dunn

Kevin Allan Hasell

Ross William Irvine

David Charles Kerr

Mhairi Isabel MacBeath

Gwen Hodson or Mayor

Brett McKinnon

Abigail Joanne McLennan

Emily Morton

Sophie Jane Lockwood North

John Petrie

Joanna Caroline Ross

Hannah Louise Scott

Megan Turner

The injured people’s names were:

Aimie Lauren Adam

Coll Austin

Matthew Alexander Birnie

Mary Blake

Scott Elliot Crichton

Eileen Mary Harrild

Steven James Hopper

Robbie Hurst

Amy Louise Hutchison

Ryan Thomas Liddell

Mark James Mullan

Andrew O'Donnell

Victoria Elizabeth Porteous

Robert Raymond Purves

Grace Tweddle

Ben Vallance

Stewart Campbell Weir

Following the shooting, and campaigning by the bereaved families and activists, the UK government introduced the Firearms Amendment Act 1997, which banned almost all handguns. This was followed by another Act banning the remainder later that year.

2 bedroom house for sale on Perth Road, Dunblane

“There was a shooting of school children in Scotland. Sixteen school children. Twenty years ago, a man walked into the gym, opened fire on a bunch of innocent kids. We still talk about it. We still cry about it. We still pray about it. And we changed the gun laws because of it. We said ‘never again’ and there’s never been another one.”

One of the most powerful monologues from a guest star on Grey’s Anatomy and it’s still my favourite 9 years later.

jack.lowden

The boy fae Dunblane. I grew up watching your matches at Wimbledon on tv in the kitchen. Staying up late into the summer nights after school. Crumpling ma mum’s top from gripping onto her in suspense. Ma Dad doing nervous, muttering loops of the house before every break point. ‘Nut, he’s fucked it’. You echoing that through the tv, the mic picking up you calling yerself every name under the sun at the smallest mistake. And then that grit would kick in. That Perthshire built engine. And the hands on the boy! Those Maradona hands. The touch, the impossible lobs and the ‘get tae fuck see ye later’ angle bending passing shots. And then there was you. That self deprecation & sense of fairness you maintained alongside your unwavering, tetchy, Shankly-esque self belief made me proud of who we build at hame.

Beauty and iron.

But best of all, was watching ye grow from a bairn to man to a God on that grass.