Sunday, May 1, 2011
Thoughts on Osama Bin Laden's death
So CNN is jabbering and filling airtime while they wait for President Obama to speak. And I feel very strange inside. He killed thousands of Americans in a gross and horrific act of terrorism. I wanted him to die very badly in 2001 - I prayed for it, even.
Now, so many years have past, it's tough for me to get in touch with that bloodlust again. Certainly it is justice - whether death or imprisonment, he deserved to pay for his crimes. He is a terrible and evil person without a doubt.
And yet I don't feel like celebrating. It no longer seems appropriate to be happy about this for some reason. I'm not sad - I don't really feel anything.
And the fact that I'm NOT happy is disturbing - not because I feel I should be, but because it shows what strange and emotional creatures we are, and how "justice," whatever that means, varies over time.
Wolf Blitzer and John King keep talking about what a historic moment this is. It seems weird that history can balance on the death on one man hiding in a cave in Pakistan (probably). It doesn't feel historic, even if it is. Maybe it's just too big for me right now...