At 11:28 last night I heard the news that Osama Bin Laden was dead. Minutes later I was listening to a live feed from President Obama as he gave brief details confirming the news that Osama had been found and killed in a gun battle in a large compound in the city of Abbotabad, Pakistan. Abbotabad is not far from the capital of Islamabad and, like many other places in Pakistan, figures significantly into my past. My sister-in-law grew up a few miles from the city, a best friend from childhood often invited me to spend weekends at her home in Abbotabad, and our equivalent of ‘Junior Prom’ was held in a local hotel. At the time it was a lovely cantonment city with wide tree-lined streets and a feel of modernity as compared to some of the more remote locations in Pakistan.
News of his capture and demise brought me back to the hours following 9/11 when my daughter and I sat in a town outside of Boston watching television, praying that the day’s events hadn’t been orchestrated by Muslim extremists, only to discover moments after that Al Qaeda was claiming responsibility and the figure of Osama Bin Laden rose to world-wide notoriety. And it’s been a long road since then for victims of 9/11, victims of wars, moms and dads of victims, and tired citizens. One of my colleagues from a previous job lost her daughter on 9/11 – she was engaged to be married and had visited her parents, returning to her fiancée in New York that morning. My sense is that she is experiencing deep relief and perhaps closure as she takes in the news of last night.
Perhaps my personal feelings most resemble those I felt earlier in the evening while in a theater watching Hanna – a movie released only a couple of weeks ago. There are a couple of truly evil people in the movie and as I watched their ruthless actions and disregard for human life I wanted them dead. I felt relief when they died and could no longer hunt for a teenager who, seemingly through no will of her own, was trained to kill. I felt relief and satisfaction for justice served. In real life as I watched the news I was well aware that while a man, significant in orchestrating tragic events and becoming the face of evil, was now dead the problem of evil remained. Later as I watched reactions through pictures and video I was struck that there is a difference between relief and revelry, something of the frat party variety. Revelry makes this seem like cheap entertainment of the B-movie genre as opposed to a real act in a real world with real victims. Revelry seems to spit in the face of a creator God – not willing that any should perish. Relief as in pain taken away and distress relieved, particularly for those directly affected seems right and proper. And when I drill a little deeper, my relief is colored with sadness of lives wasted.
So relief or revelry? What’s right? A friend of mine dug deeper than I this morning and put her feelings into these words: “Pleased that justice is done. But it disturbs me to see rejoicing in the streets over the death of human life. How can we condemn others for rejoicing in the streets over death of Americans if we’re doing the same thing? She goes on to quote this: “Do I take any pleasure in the death of the wicked? declares the Sovereign LORD. Rather, am I not pleased when they turn from their ways and live?…..For I take no pleasure in the death of anyone, declares the Sovereign LORD. Repent and live!” Ezekiel 18:23, 32
- You: US helicopter crashed in Abbotabad (nation.com.pk)
- Osama Bin Laden dead: Live news and reaction
- Osama Bin Laden killed in Pakistan (pakistanic.com)
4 thoughts on “Relief or Revelry?”
Thank you, Marilyn. Glad I came upon your blog. You seem to be passionate about the same kinds of things as I am. And as you point to in your blog, there is so much religious, cultural and political misconception that can be cleared by communication, respectful interest and the celebration of diversity rather than the fear and resentment some opt for. As a Muslim South African woman who works to transform this through building bridges and shedding light, I appreciate the sanity you express here. Sometimes, all too often, in fact, Hate Mongering goes unchecked.
On a rainy, cold, somewhat depressing day in May – this comment made my day. Thank you for caring enough to read and write. I love the little bit of your story that you’ve shared here and look forward to looking at your blog. I sometimes think people fear bridge-building because they believe that if they put a steel bar across they are somehow not being true to their deeply held beliefs and values. So the challenge is being able to hold onto that which we believe deeply but put forward the steel bars one at a time to build those bridges. Thanks again.
I so agree with this. It was troubling me, but other than this blog, I haven’t heard mention of this. Thank you so much in putting your thoughts into words to share with others.
my sentiments entirely. I watched the partying going on in front of the White House on the news slightly revolted and disturbed. It leaves me uneasy too how this has been presented as an American victory over Osama rather than a global blow against terrorism, a mistake I believe.