Musings —10.25.2011 12:00 AM—
Gathered near the White House fence, the expatriate Libyans sang and chanted and laughed, celebrating the demise of Col. Moammar Gadhafi.
Some waved American flags; others wrapped themselves in the new flag of Libya. Their joy was infectious.
It was Thursday night, and Gadhafi — the homicidal tyrant who had ruled Libya for more than 40 years — was indisputably dead. For the Libyan celebrants, it was almost too good to be true. They hugged each other and whooped. Only a couple D.C. police officers loitered nearby, barely paying the Libyans any attention.
I was there with 45 Grade 7 and 8 students from a Toronto school attended by two of my sons. We were there on a field trip, and running into the Libyans at the White House was a wonderful surprise.