It’s been almost ten years since September 11, and even now, the atrocities of that day’s attack still stings. But today, with the death of Osama Bin Laden, it seems like all that is in the past. Right?
Those were my immediate thoughts–elation that he was dead, and at the hands of American secret operatives. It meant a full circle, an end to that nagging thought that Bin Laden was out there–and out to get America. His death meant a victory to the nation, to nations, and a step toward peace, an advancement in our war on terror. But as quickly as those thoughts had come, other ones replaced it. Would the violence escalate? Of course. Would Al-Quaeda still be fully functional? Perhaps. Would terrorism–and attacks in Pakistan–stop? Doubtful. So what does Bin Laden’s death really mean? Does it just mean a relief for those of us who are at home who were unable to clear away this feeling of helplessness and fear for almost 10 years? Does it mean that justice has been served, that the one man who was responsible for the killing of thousands got what he deserved? Or in the end does it mean nothing except for the death of an isolated individual?
What does it say about humanity that we rejoice in the death of someone? Is it justified because he was a mass murderer and caused so much suffering that ravaged an entire nation? I really don’t know. And I really don’t know what it says about me, my peers, my country. It’s hard to be happy with the fact that Bin Laden was killed when I know that there will be massive retaliations and that this war on terrorism isn’t over, and the fact that I’m relieved–maybe even content–with someone’s death makes me extremely uncomfortable. With all that said, however, I’m glad the search of almost 10 years is over, and I hope those affected by the Sept. 11 attacks are experiencing some sort of closure or relief.
What follows might be the two most contradictory sentences in the history of the world. Rest in Peace, Osama Bin Laden. & God Bless America.