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May 3rd 2011 12:33
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The Death of That Guy
Yesterday saw the announcement of the death of a man who was wanted for murder and being the leader of a terrorist organisation. I know that a lot of people had their lives torn apart on the day he became infamous, and that the world has never really seemed as safe since that day. I feel a slight sense of sickness with humanity at the reaction created by the news of his death. People have been cheering and praising it. There have been celebrations in the streets at the news of another person's death.
My feelings have nothing to do with religion, politics or anything else along these lines it's just my feeling as a person, living with the human condition and all it entails, that I can't believe that this news could cause such jubilation. I can understand feelings of mourning, anger, confusion and for some yes I do understand a feeling of relief, but not happiness. Happiness is something best reserved for the beautiful things life has to offer, it should be associated with love and all things that make the human condition one worth suffering for.
I guess I'm writing this to convey my own confusion with the world and how things work within it. How can sacrificing the lives of others to reach these ends be justified? Was seeing this person removed from a physical existence really worth it? In the time he was hiding the mention of his name made some feel sad or angry or ill and I don't think him being dead will ever change this. They couldn't see him before, they can't see him now but the damage is still there. I guess death as a resolution is something I will never get. I donÂt understand capital punishment and there are too many ethical implications involved for me to ever see it as being ok.
But it's Western society that is the most complicated to understand. On one day, 2000 people were killed as a result of ideologies perpetuated by one man. Another man and leader took centre stage and declared that justice needed to be served; he sacrificed 3000 of his own countrymen and killed double that number of another's all to see one man destroyed. And people cheer for this. How the fuck can we call ourselves a civilisation when this is way we function?
My feelings have nothing to do with religion, politics or anything else along these lines it's just my feeling as a person, living with the human condition and all it entails, that I can't believe that this news could cause such jubilation. I can understand feelings of mourning, anger, confusion and for some yes I do understand a feeling of relief, but not happiness. Happiness is something best reserved for the beautiful things life has to offer, it should be associated with love and all things that make the human condition one worth suffering for.
I guess I'm writing this to convey my own confusion with the world and how things work within it. How can sacrificing the lives of others to reach these ends be justified? Was seeing this person removed from a physical existence really worth it? In the time he was hiding the mention of his name made some feel sad or angry or ill and I don't think him being dead will ever change this. They couldn't see him before, they can't see him now but the damage is still there. I guess death as a resolution is something I will never get. I donÂt understand capital punishment and there are too many ethical implications involved for me to ever see it as being ok.
But it's Western society that is the most complicated to understand. On one day, 2000 people were killed as a result of ideologies perpetuated by one man. Another man and leader took centre stage and declared that justice needed to be served; he sacrificed 3000 of his own countrymen and killed double that number of another's all to see one man destroyed. And people cheer for this. How the fuck can we call ourselves a civilisation when this is way we function?
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