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I haven't said that much about the whole Sept. 11 conflict or the bombing of Afghanistan or Osama bin Laden. Nothing about whether or not he's a scapegoat, whether or not our country should declare war, whether or not I stand behind our president (I do).

But I want to let you know something, Mr. bin Laden. Today the music students at St. Mary's University were laughing.

They laughed yesterday, too. Friday they were telling Osama/Yo' Mama jokes. Thursday they did their homework and grumbled about tests.

People still live life here. They still sing. They still dance. They still kiss. (well, some of them...)

In the journalism room, your picture is on the front page of the newspaper. Someone drove red tacks through your eyes and hung you on the bulletin board. Through the course of the day, harmless, nonviolent students decorated your picture until you resembled the devil. That's who we see when we see you. Not your God, not your devotion to your country or your people or your religion. We see Satan.

You have not chastened us. You have not broken us. You have accomplished nothing but your own downfall. Our lives will go on. Yours will not. It's that simple.

Sleep well, sir.

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