This is a post about the death of Osama Bin Laden.
Before you read this be advised, I am going to piss people off. If you would prefer that one of those I anger not be you, you may just want to stop reading.
Here is a puppy picture as a consolation prize.
Still here? Well, I warned you.
In the remote event you have not yet heard, Osama Bin Laden was killed by US troops during a raid a few nights ago. Details are sketchy at this point, but I do believe that he was killed. (Though I am sure that Donald Trump is now going to start asking the President for Osama’s death certificate…)
In so much as he was a leader, planner, and financial backer of a terrorist organization that is actively at war with the United States I don’t have a problem with the attack.
There are some already stating that he should have been taken alive, brought back for trial, and then executed. There are those stating that because the man appeared to be unarmed that the mission was more of an assassination than anything else.
I was not there, I will not question the judgement of the men who were.
No, the entire operation did not bother me in the least. In fact I feel a sense of relief that the man is no longer out there assisting in the murder of more people, whether from my country or some other.
What does bother me is the way in which some of my countrymen have celebrated his death. Dancing in the streets, jubilant as though their team just won the world cup.
I see these flag draped people chanting USA-USA-USA and celebrating. I expect to see things like that in Somalia as the locals are dragging helicopter parts (or worse) through the streets. I did not expect to see that here and it disturbs me deeply.
These people are celebrating the death of a human being.
A man who has done terrible things, it is true. Still, he was a human being.
A human being that was killed in front of his family for actions he undertook because he believed he was doing the right thing.
Yes the man was a terrorist.
Then again, by the current definition so were my countries founding fathers.
I am not in any way trying to justify his actions, or to condemn those of my government. I am simply drawing a parallel.
In war there are always at least two sides, and every side thinks they are the good guys.
Yes, he would have killed me and my family simply for the crime of being born in America.
Yes, had I been the one with boots on the ground in his compound I would have killed him as well.
It’s war, declared by both sides.
In wars people die, your objective it to make sure it’s always the other guy and not you.
While I am glad he is gone, I refuse to celebrate death.
If that somehow makes me less of a patriot then so be it.