I don’t blame them, the guys who pulled Gaddafi out of a storm drain and shot him. Actually when I watched the footage, blurred as it was, I didn’t even feel anything for him. You live by the sword you die by the sword.
All the killing and suffering because one man couldn’t let go of power. And now he’s dead anyway, died like a rat. What a horribly sad story. How are Libyans going to recover from the trauma of all the violence and carnage? What about the children?
It’s easy to hate Gaddafi and be glad that he’s dead. Easy to think of him as a bestial creature, not human. But this morning’s paper had a photo of him taken just after he died, his body bloodied, his face collapsed. And next to it was a photo of 3 of his supporters, lying face down outside the drain, also dead. And it hit me.
Somewhere inside that body and twisted mind lay a soul.