Instead of chocolate bunnies he said ‘Turn on the news when you get home, we killed Osama bin Laden and the President is about to come on and talk about it.’
Wait, what? Really? Could this be true?
I thanked him for the tip, flicked on the television and promptly put on pause the conversation Matt and I were having about moving to Phoenix versus Southern California and which would be more life fulfilling.
The AZ/SoCal debate and Matt’s not having a job in eight weeks was what I had intended to write about today. But now I just can’t. There are things that are bigger than that which must be addressed.
War?We all know the history, 9/11, etc. and the fact that we’ve been seeking out this guy for the past 10 years. Allegedly. So last night I sat and watched with likely a very small part of the population at 11:33 PM that we had finally not just captured, but killed the man responsible for starting the war in the Middle East. Allegedly.
I hate being cynical sometimes but this whole delivery to the country had me torn. Gandhi said something like ‘an eye for an eye only makes the whole world blind’ and I kind of feel the same way about this death of a terrorist.
• He’s a jackass. [Something I can not personally confirm as I do not know the man and only know what I am told about him by the news media]
• He masterminded a group of people to kill a group of people. [Again, not being part of his alleged organization, how can I truthfully confirm this? I only know what I’m told by the news media]
• Osama bin Laden, as of 11:33 PM last night, is dead. [Do I really need to write it out this time?]
Before the President took to the podium Matt said ‘That makes me very, very nervous’. Immediately when President Obama finished speaking we got to talking about what it means for our country, the hope that our security is strong and that any potential organization of groups are paid very close attention.
And then they showed the people across the street from the White House. A group of people who all looked to be twenty-something college students were taking pictures, cheering, clapping and celebrating.
They were celebrating a murder.
Just like the al-Qaida likely did on September 11, 2001.
Now before you get all up in my shit here, don’t for a second think that I wasn’t deeply and personally affected by the events that transpired on my American soil on 9/11. If you read my tribute in memoriam of that date, which I wrote on the anniversary in 2008, called Never Forget, then you know how much my entire soul broke on that day. All I’m saying is that Gandhi was onto something about one turn for another.
If they cheer when they kill us and our response is ‘well that asshole really needs to die.’ What do you suppose their response is going to be when we kill the “asshole”? Yeah, that’s the troubling part.
Seeing Is Believing?So as I’m lying on the sofa half listening to Matt, half listening to Brian Williams talk to the other news dudes across the country the first thing that went through my mind was ‘He just said we have custody of the body, pictures are going to need to be released for the general public to even consider believing this’. On Facebook, pictures were indeed released.
Up close, crash zoom shots of his bloody face with the alleged bullet hole he took to the head that was considered to be the kill shot. That is if you believed a photo already released ages ago online, a mock up, was the picture of his death.
The fact that the internet has caused children to grow up way too fast is seriously and swiftly reinforced as my eyes glaze across this photo this morning. After that I promptly determined a couple things.
A) I will not turn on the television today because the constant visuals of this photo are already seared in my brain well and good enough, I don’t need to see it all day.
B) I think staying on the fringe of ignorant this time is going to play well for my psyche.
Am I just jaded, cynical that I only half believe half of what half the people are saying? Does it make me less informed to avoid information by the media outlets? Is there any form of information that can be trusted in a world of self published writing and Photoshop? Should I be happy that someone has been killed?
I think the fact that I sit here, blankly and with no response to the above questions is what makes me happy to be an American on a day like this. I can write whatever I want, choose whatever I want, believe whatever I want and ignore whatever I want and fully have the freedom to do so.
The one thing I can guarantee is that I certainly won’t be flying anytime soon.