The marxist vulgate gave too little weight to "personalities" and much to society and mass conflicts. The way today's commercial mass media tells the stories is exactly the opposite: it's a star-system founded upon tales of good deeds and evil-doings of a mutable cast of "VIPs", just attenuated enough from a deeper analysis to not have us suspect the mere chanson de geste, so as to appear unduly heavy and profound.
Typically heavy --the fault of my cultural formation-- was the first thought that came to my mind while drinking my morning cafè yesterday: namely, the doubt that it was really Osama. Then a moment of reflection regarding the many people who were killed on his account and, immediately afterward, the idea that "when one pope dies, another gets made straight away" (Roman proverb).
It's not like in films and cartoons, when the death of the Evil One concludes with a "happy ending". The humanity that partied in Times Square for the happy end was cute as much for the shared exuberance, as for the total lack of awareness of being just one of the parts in cause.
For other poorer and more turbulent urban squares of the world, Osama was a hero, or at the most a "mistaken brother"; and toward the West they reserve the same role as Assassin that we, till now, had destined to Bin Laden. And the masses of the one side and the other, to which television and the media addresses with only suggestive scenes of vague contours, outlive the VIPs: while it is they who fabricate, today as with yesterday and tomorrow, our destiny.
It would be nice if the media and they were aware of this fact when looking for a story to sell, or a cause to latch on to.