May 2, 2011, will go down in history as a day of many emotions for many people. For me, the tears brought on by the president’s news conference on the death of were really for my East Village neighbor who lost her young husband on 9/11. Any of my initial feelings of relief were also replaced with apprehension when my New York-bound spouse left for work this morning.
Popping into for caffeine to counter-intuitively counter my jitters, I encountered others who shared similar sentiments:
“I found out at about 1 a.m. when I received a text from a friend,” said , who’d stopped in for a bagel. “I guess my reaction is complicated; at first I was excited because he’s obviously a terrorist, but his death can’t turn back the hands of time or change the fact that the horrible event happened.”
Sasha Huetz, who was holding one of many munchkins at the back table, offered her thoughts. “Initially I did feel some sort of excitement,” she said. “But it was quickly followed with a feeling of, ‘Oh, no–what’s gonna happen now?!’…. It’s like the Queen Bee – you can wipe her out but there are still the worker bees left behind – and more coming down the pike.”
“It’s unreal — it’s still sinking in,” commented Elizabeth Redwine, while juggling two toddlers of her own. “I did feel a sense of relief at first but it does bring back the fear I felt so vividly in the days after 9/11.”
I left Kari’s thinking there was a sort of closure in the shot that heralded Hitler’s suicide Monday, April 30, 1945, his heinous regime in ruins and the world ready to heal. I wish that the bullets that ended bin Laden’s life could also deliver that sort of solace.