After ten years of grief and angst, the American public feels vindicated.
The big, bad, evil one, the devil incarnate, has been made to pay the price for fucking the world's saviors - the country that rights the wrongs globally of evildoers.
On the unassuming Sunday that this news was delivered, I was getting ready to have a proper romp with my gorgeous man. When the news broke, it slowed us down for an hour or so before we felt compelled to submit to the "call of the wild."
I can say that seeing the joy, the celebratory smiles and chants of America being number one both frightened and intrigued me. It made me want to be very close and safe with someone.
There were a ton of interviews from people who had lost loved ones who were thrilled that Osama had not only been found but also eliminated.
What frightened me was that I could not recognize any difference between the alleged glee that murder and domination provides as exhibited by the smiles and dancing of the people in the Middle East and the smiles and seductive mob-like mentality exhibited here in the U.S.
I remember asking both aloud and internally,"What is any different? Didn't we get highly disturbed when people overseas found joy in our misery?" I don't find cause for celebration when anyone is murdered.
I watched this story unfold and thought what about the people who had been killed in the attacks. The people who mourned them will still not have them back and possibly this will do nothing but bring back those old feelings.
While there was much jubilation in regards to the death of Osama, there was no plan for psychological and/or emotional support for folks who might be simply reliving and subsequently rehearsing all of the pain and disbelief that began a decade ago.
It seemed as if the option was a) join in the blood lust and the Cartesian world view of the us vs. them mentality or b) be considered un-American.
I am sure there will be those who choose to label me un-American. I will take that on.
I feel a better use of our time and money would have been both incarceration and an in-depth observation into not only why Americans are seemingly hated worldwide, but the causes of this deadly and unrelenting sentiment.
We are being duped into believing that the game is now over, all the evil has been handled, the boogey man is no more and we can rest easy. We are being duped into thinking that the elimination of one person will stop a counterattack and singlehandedly alter our place as a world power and give other evildoers a message: 'Don't fuck with us!'
Like the brilliant series, The Power of Nightmares, we have moved from looking to our collective daddy (government and elected officials) to accomplish our dreams to running to him to eliminate our nightmares.
While I felt incredibly unsafe living in NYC at the time of the 9/11 attacks, I knew that this was only the beginning. I also knew that it was a time to increase our love for one another as well as our compassion for people of color worldwide and here in our great country.
When something horrendous happens, it is natural to want to strike back and yet the feeling of relief and vindication is hollow and short lived. The relief only reminds us that it is only a matter of time before the next catastrophe unleashes itself and we have to deal with it all over again.