The news came this evening: Osama bin Laden was killed today in Pakistan in a U.S. special ops raid. And while the media are going bonkers and crowds are cheering outside the White House, I’m sitting here not feeling much of anything one way or the other.
It’s been almost 10 years since 9/11. I’d given up hoping we’d ever catch bin Laden, and it had ceased to be strategically important that we do so. I don’t feel any need to crow about or celebrate the killing. It seems rather inconsequential, actually, and it won’t change anything. Al Qaeda is still out there, scattered across the Middle East and elsewhere. We might have salvaged a bit of honor by doggedly pursuing and killing the man, but he was only one man. Does anyone really think his death will change anyone’s mind about this country?
So we got him. Good. But I don’t feel like celebrating. In fact, I find it sad that so many people in Washington and New York are in the streets celebrating a deliberate killing.