“I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy”-Martin Luther King Jr.

After September 11^th, 2001, the United States launched an attack on a country that, once upon a time, we helped, and on a man that we trained.

Years ago, the group known today as Al Qaeda was a group that we assisted, they were Freedom Fighters, the underdogs. And Osama Bin Laden? Yeah, our CIA trained him and gave him and his group weapons. He and his group pushed the Soviet Union out of Afghanistan, something that was rejoiced by the Afghani people, as we saw in A Thousand Splendid Suns.

Flash forward to May 1^st, 2011. The United States is celebrating…why? Someone died. We are celebrating a death. And yet, no one seems to find anything wrong with that.

I understand that this man was the cause of many lives lost and ruined in the United States, and I understand that he posed a huge threat to our country. But to celebrate a life lost? That, I don’t understand.

Where I lived before here, Middletown, New Jersey, los the most victims per capita in the state, and was only the 2^nd hardest hit city after New York due to 9/11, so yeah, I get it. I have a friend whose dad was supposed to go to the World Trade Center that day, but her mom woke up and told him not to go. The few days after the attack we weren’t allowed outside for recess because they were worried about the ash. So of all people, I understand why the downfall of this man is a good thing…but something to be celebrated? That’s not exactly something I agree with.