I just found out from CNN that a senior U.S. official says Osama bin Laden was killed by the U.S. forces in a mansion outside the Pakistani capital of Islamabad. Apparently, President Obama is gearing up for a press conference to tell us more.
Iím sitting here on my sofa working on my book, and I wonder whether this will be one of those moments I always remember — like the day the first Space Shuttle exploded or the day Princess Di died, or the day 9/11 happened.
This ghost of evil has been spiriting around caves for a decade now, and just before 9/11ís anniversary, heís gone. The almighty United States triumphs again.
My first reaction…
I felt a rush of relief, almost glee. The Wizard of Oz song, ďDing Dong The Witch Is DeadĒ rang through my mind, and I wanted to jump on the rooftop and yell, ďRejoice, munchkins!Ē or start yodeling the Hallelujah chorus.
But that lasted only about ten seconds, and then I caught myself. Wait. Someone just died. Someoneís child lost a parent. Some friend lost someone they trust.
It was a sobering thought, and my Inner Pilot Light lit up just thinking about it. My heart filled with compassion and forgiveness, and I genuinely hoped he didnít suffer in the end. After all, I donít want revenge. I certainly donít want him killing more people, so Iím not sorry his mass-murdering ass is toast. But I donít hate him. I donít like to fill my mind and heart with such toxic feelings.
And then I started noticing how people were responding on Twitter and Facebook. “An eye for an eye!” “Take that, you motherf*cker!” and other such things.