Ameriški ambasador o rajanju američanov po objavi, da je Osama mrtev:
U.S. Embassy Ljubljana - Thoughts from the Ambassador...
Osama bin Laden: Dancing in the Streets?
There were many things that haunt me about 9/11. Not a single day has gone by without me remembering those desperate people leaping to their deaths from the ledges of the twin towers. I also remember everyday the screams and the cries of the victims. I still vividly recall the tears and the anger and the fear that lurked most American cities in the days after the terorrist acts, and even ruefully still laugh at how police even patrolled elementary schools in suburban Virginia just in case the follow-up attacks would somehow take place in that environ. But nothing bothered me more, nothing angered me more, or shocked me more than the reaction on the streets of the Middle East. The dancing, the laughing, the celebrating of so many dead, even after all these years,still rushes blood to my head. The killers, the plotters, the supporters, all were damnable, but somehow I found most despicable those "innocent bystanders" in cities throughout the Islamic world who celebrated the murder of 3,000 innocent people. So I was left feeling oddly the same today when I saw my own fellow Americans celebrating in the streets of New York and elsewhere at bin Ladin's death. Am I happy he is dead? Yes. Relieved. Yes. Reassured. Absolutely. And it isn't as if there aren't good explanations for the street celebrations. This was a cold-blooded killer; this was a mass murderer. This man had ruined many lives and destroyed thousands of dreams. He indiscriminately mudered men, women, and children, regardless whether they were Christians, Jews, Muslims or Hindus. The celebrating was an understandable catharsis; an understandable expression of pent-up frustration and fury. And yet the street celebrations seemed unseemly. Undignified. Unbecoming a nation as great as my own.
Avtor: Joseph A. Mussomeli
