The past couple weeks have been a melange of euphoria and carelessness followed by the grim sobriety that finals season usually induces. I would consider myself lucky this time around as I was blessed with only two exams, which left me all the more free to partake in the festivities that occurred in Obama’s front yard Sunday night. It was a good day to be an American and a good day to be a student in DC. While in the crowd, I was constantly albeit happily pushed by a sea of people, a massive conglomerate of students peppered with red, white, and blue. If someone had told me years ago I would be celebrating someone’s death, I wouldn’t believe them.
And after I part from the crowd and the contagious excitement subsides, I am met with the same sobriety that was brought on by exams immediately following an epic weekend. One writer equates a proper reaction to bin Laden’s death with the somberness of watching a murderer die in an execution room. The past cannot be changed and lingering in it or celebrating it would be both useless and cruel. In a world that never lets us forget harsh realities simply by having them constantly inflicted upon us, losing touch with our own humanity would be more dangerous than anything else. This is why celebrating bin Laden’s death should be replaced solely with remembrance and homage to the lives he savagely ruined.