“I’ve never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure.” – Mark Twain
As I said on my facebook status, this is awesome, truly, but in all honesty I think I’ve had just about enough historical moments for being only 30. I would be more than happy to exist through the next twenty years without any more life-changing events.
Like a lot of others, it’s not in my nature to celebrate death and destruction in any form, but this is a matter of closure for literally hundreds of thousands – if not millions – of people. It is a triumph shrouded in a decade of tragedy, waste, and loss. There is almost a frenzy, a fervor of celebration in response to ages of pain, and who can blame those who celebrate. It is a breathtaking moment in time, caught up between grief and triumph.
It is not the end, of course, but it is an end. It is an interesting marker as I have finished my student teaching: I will likely have students who have never known a world without terrorism, without Osama bin Laden in the forefront when I begin teaching this fall. Ten years of mystery, ended in a moment.