If I had had a family member who had been killed on 9/11, I might feel differently about the celebrations that took place late Monday night in New York and in Washington.
While I can understand the sense of relief, I was uneasy with all of the glee and gloating. For just a second, the chest-thumping chants of “USA USA USA” made me think I was watching a college pep rally or a WWF promotion. It didn’t seem to meet the moment.
Those late night revelers reminded me of the “celebrations” that took place in some cities in the Middle East on 9/12. (I still remember George Will’s reflection: “Those who celebrate these deaths never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity.”)
Instead of a string of spontaneous street parties, perhaps we should have had national day of prayer and reflection. Isn’t that a more natural reaction to death?