Osama part 2, Guest writer. English
Again, I find myself with a post written by someone else… someone… who is not me. I wasn’t going to comment much on the whole bin Laden-business, but… you know what they say, in for a penny – in for a pound! The following post is written by a friend.
“When I see television footage of Taliban mercenaries cheering over slain American soldiers, when I see guerrilla fighters in some African village take arms and cheer over the death of an enemy, when I saw the rejoice and humiliation during the hanging of Hussein… And now the avid defenders of peace rejoice death in the streets; a part of me is distraught over how short a leap there is between our imagined civility and true bestial humanity.
While I don’t begrudge the victims of Mr. Bin Ladens campaigns their current sense of closure and relief, I too feel very awkward about the rest. A sensible and neutral discussion on this subject is probably not to be had for some time yet without a readers mind being clouded by a curtain of black and white, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try.
For a moment I’m going to disregard Osamas’ past involvement with the CIA and ties with the Bush family other then in this passing mention and focus on the world in which we live that spawns this sort of response to the murder of an old – though evil – man. For all the media is concerned this is our generations equivalent to the 30th of April 1945 when Hitler shot himself in the head in the Fuhrer bunker in Berlin which effectively ended the war within a few months. Sadly Osama is not Al-Qaedas Hitler, nor is he ours. With his death there is no change, the war on terror will go on without him as it has since he lost influence even within his own organization, he is at most an anecdote in history of no importance: the end result of a program set in motion long before him in the world of national interests.
For the people effected not by Osama but by power hungry politicians and organizations there is no relief at all. While the world could rejoice Hitlers passing together and then end of war, and rightly so when you consider the utter devastation not only a couple of buildings had to endure but all of Europe and big parts of Asia, we cannot. Those effected by the collateral damage that was not of Bin Ladens making will continue to suffer at airports, from their restricted privacy and surrounding political remodeling. The war isn’t over, and it was never about Osama to begin with. But Osama was and still is too convenient of a ghost to surrender.
Europe and America is not filled with the craters of lost soldiers and civilians, the physical battlefield is conveniently situated in countries far away and instantly viewable through the careful edits of media. The philosophical and political battlefield is the one I worry about, and it is far closer at hand. Is a world where evil is, whatever its shape, not held accountable in a court of law a world we can open our arms too? Are courts there not only to sentence the guilty but to protect the innocent from miss-use of power? When judge and jury is a bullet, the entity holding the trigger becomes a danger to everyone no matter what reassurances spew from its mouth. What will it aim at next? And who holds the trigger?
The immense cost in life, culture, privacy and freedoms are not the work of Osama, the bullet that killed him was not one forged out of the fires of freedom and will not set the world free of the changes imparted on it. Political opportunism has fed at the trough of terrorism for a decade now, with the face of terrorism dead the trough glints at us from beneath the filth. The question is what we refill it with; or rather what those in power that be chose to feed themselves on next.
The successful murder of Osama and the reaction thereof is no different for me then when the people we are “meant” to detest (I.e. AK-47 totting Arabs) rejoice in their slaughter of infidels; I get the same sickening knot in my stomach. I am forever reminded that for however much we tell ourselves that we’re different we’re so fundamentally the same, and so utterly powerless to fill our own trough. On the other hand the world is filled with puppies and kittens, so it can’t be all bad.”