With open arms, and sometimes what feels like closed fists, New York has embraced us and given us a home away from our home. We have come to call New York ours, like our parents called Buffalo theirs so many years ago. We have found love, friendship, careers, heartbreak, sadness, joy, and wisdom here. This is the city that turned us into men. We love this city as much as we love the Queen City.
Tonight, a sort of justice has been served for New York. Some may call it vengeance, others may call it payback, and others may question the celebration of the murder of a murderer. Tonight is one of those times when there is no right or wrong reaction to what has happened.
What matters is that in some way, those touched directly by 9/11 may have some sort of closure.
What matters is that the men and women who have fought on Afghani soil for a decade have a moment of real, tangible, and quantifiable victory.
What matters is that the man who has brought the most devastation the Muslim world has seen in centuries has been punished, if somewhat barbarically.
The man who scarred this city, this country, and this planet, is dead. That is reason enough to rejoice.
This is our home, and tonight we rejoice with her.