Official DNA testing has confirmed the much awaited death of a ‘master terrorist.’ With the news coverage of Bin Laden’s death, I still can’t help but feel the sentiment that he was someone’s son, or brother, or maybe someone’s father. I also keep thinking that even once, he was someone’s child, a child who probably only cared to play and run along the streets and think about the good things. There was never a line that he crossed that made him spontaneously carry such enormous hatred inside. As he learned and grew, there must have been a slow fade of dogma that seeped in and inevitably swallowed him whole.
But it always amazes me the amount of hatred a soul can own, the amount of hatred that can spill over from emotion to action. It’s humbling to know that each of us lies that capacity, that inside humanity is a pliable spirit that is capable of hatred and destruction all in the name of self perceived ideology.
The Proverb rings true today, that "When it goeth well with the righteous, the city rejoiceth: and when the wicked perish, there is shouting (Proverbs 11:10)." Today, I have to be honest and say that I cannot mourn for that man that embodied enough hatred to kill so many innocent lives, both in national and foreign soil, however, I do mourn for the death of that child that once only cared to play and run along the streets thinking about the good things.
