Today: What a time to be in DC.
Singing, chanting USA, hundreds of people draped in flags, girls on men’s shoulders, climbing trees and light posts, standing atop cars, drinking straight from handles of vodka- yelling and chanting into news cameras who eagerly record the utter wildness.
I was surprised to be walked into by Geraldo Rivera - who could miss that mustache. Was it necessary that he be there at 2am? I don’t think so.
Watching the drunken excitement of hundreds of people my age, it was tempting to be swept up in the celebrations. my sobering moment was seeing the older generations who were quiet bystanders watching the young people dance, sing and drink. I couldn’t take part in the celebrations… though Patriotism I understand.
Ironically, the day before President Obama made the announcement, I was at a small bar in Downtown DC. There my friend Elizabeth and I met an attractive young man who had a huge spirit. He was in a wheelchair, having stepped on a land-mine in Afghanistan. We listened to him for about 45 mins- and all that he had to say. The major point that he wanted everyone to know… is that there IS a war out there, and people die everyday… but for what.
I was 11 years old when 9/11 happened. Though half of my life has been infiltrated with the words “terrorism,” “Bin Laden,” and “war on terror,” I think the death of Bin Laden is more symbolic than anything.