I can't rejoice at the death of Osama bin Laden. I can't get behind the celebrations.
And I know this is unusual for me, and I almost never write about current events. It's not that I don't think about them, but so many other people write about them better than I can.
But this feels very emotional to me.
It's not that I'm opposed to capital punishment; I'm not. I do think there are things that people do that are vile enough that putting them to death is acceptable. In fact, if someone did something to my son, I would probably have to be restrained from murder.
Being pro-death penalty is not a popular viewpoint among my friends, but it is mine.
And this isn't a death penalty issue - this is war.
Osama bin Laden was a terrorist. He masterminded the tragic and horrendous deaths of thousands of innocent people. He was a popular figure, and clearly one who could both plan strategically and emotionally incite others to mass murder.
I believe he deserved to die.
It's not his death that bothers me. It's the dancing in the streets. It's the delight at an execution.
Would I have rejoiced almost a decade ago, when 9/11 was fresh and raw and everything was terrifying and it seemed like capturing/killing him was the solution to terrorism? It's hard to see myself dancing at the news of a death, but maybe then? I don't know.
Would I rejoice if I had lost friends in this war? If I were on the ground in the Middle East?
Possibly. I don't know.
It just feels wrong to me. An execution isn't winning a football game. Taking life isn't light. I don't understand the revelry.