This breaks even, for me.
My dad was supposed to fly into NY early on Sept. 11th to inspect his companies’ hardware inside the WTC, but luckily, he missed his flight, because he had to take me to school that day. I didn’t know of this until later on in the day, so from the time that news was getting around, to around noon, when he showed up to take me home, I thought for sure that my dad was dead.
I can see where the celebration is coming from. I can say for damn sure, that if my dad had died that day, I would’ve gladly joined the armed services to help hunt down the bastard myself, and if I were still alive to this day, I’d be -so happy-. It’s not the same for everyone, surely, but he’s been the boogeyman long enough.
But that’s not what happened, so I’m not particularly pleased or distressed by it.
However, I won’t act like the motherfucker didn’t have this shit coming. I can’t say whether the 3500~ that were killed as intended targets on 9/11 have the same value of life as the many more that were effectively collateral damage in trying to get him, but in my opinion, he has to die. I’ve been seeing people saying “Oh, ignorance of the american people. We could’ve just captured him. He should spend the rest of his life in prison, living with the guilt of what he did. I weep for our future. Oh woe.”
Really? So many lives were lost, either through his actions or in his pursuit, and we expect him to feel guilt? Why should he? As far as we could ever know, he probably thought he was doing the right thing.
I just feel that sentiment has a subtext of lowering the worth of those who died because of him. Not just Americans, either.