I felt a strange pall come over me this morning. After hearing the news of Osama Bin Laden's death. And watching some footage of young people rejoicing in D.C.
Something makes me feel uneasy about the whole thing. Not sure what. Is it the the potential for retaliation? The hastiness with which Bin Laden was buried at sea? What is wrong with me? Don't I love America??
Maybe I was just flashing back to that awful morning, when my sister got me out of the bathtub to tell me "turn on the TV. A jet just hit the twin towers." (It was my daughter's 13th birthday. We had just sent her off to school with a dollar pinned to her shirt.)
Perhaps it's the killing of my own ideals that I mourn for? The silencing of the peacemongers I once stood shoulder to shoulder with, as we protested the war in Iraq.
I think I am dismayed to see what I can only describe as the "New Left" beating it's breast in triumph. The effectiveness with which the anti-war movement has been silenced by this president. Not that I always agreed with the likes of "Code Pink" or anything. It's just that... well ... knowing they were there to protest the "absolute power" of our military oriented government made me feel "safer" somehow.
Why can't I just feel happy? 8~/
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As one of my Facebook friends just posted:
ReplyDelete"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."
- Martin Luther King, Jr