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The White Savior Industrial Complex – Teju Cole – International – The Atlantic

If we are going to interfere in the lives of others, a little due diligence is a minimum requirement.

via The White Savior Industrial Complex – Teju Cole – International – The Atlantic.

The most well-thought out and comprehensive analysis I have read of this predicament of the white person who wants to change the world, and doesn’t see that starting at home is the only way to do that that is not patronizing to that world… a subject that consumes my mind day and night. Thank you Teju Cole.

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Hillary Clinton, Gaza and the right of civilians to self-defense | The Electronic Intifada

“And we reject any equivalence between premeditated murders by a government’s military machine and the actions of civilians under siege driven to self-defense”

– Hillary Clinton

But this of course doesn’t apply to Palestine… only to hand-picked “chosen” states?  \\  Read it yourself via Hillary Clinton, Gaza and the right of civilians to self-defense | The Electronic Intifada.

Egypt: waiting for change.

The following is the original text of an article I wrote published in The Bridgton News this past week.
It is a reflection upon the past month, commencing with the announcement of Mubarak’s resignation.


Realization dawned slowly as I stared from across the room at the large brown eyes of my Egyptian friend growing steadily wider. The gravely voice coming from the old television next to me spoke deliberately, with a measure befitting an aging politician. My urgent pleas for translation were answered first by a roar of screams and shouts erupting from the people as they streamed out of their houses and shops and into the street: Mubarak had stepped down!

We had only turned the television on to laugh at the comedy of the state TV channel, joking that they had run out of propaganda, exhausted their story-telling abilities as a commercial touted Egypt as the ideal tourist destination for minutes on end. Suddenly the ad broke away to the now familiar face of Omar Suleiman…

Leaping into the arms of my two revolutionary sidekicks, bonded now for life over what we experienced together during those 18 days, a grin spread over my face that would stay plastered there until sleep brought the muscles of my face some relief. We couldn’t put our jackets on fast enough, running down the stairs two no three steps at a time, we burst out onto the street joining the jubilant crowds. There was no discussion, at this point it was innate, restraining ourselves from breaking into a run we made our way to Tahrir. Every ounce of apprehension and debate had vanished, it was clear that not a single person was sorry to see him go. My friends hugged and kissed those we met in the street, arms raised in victory, voices raised in celebration.

The now familiar checkpoints at the square’s entrance were in force, though the woman patting me down was shaking with excitement. I couldn’t help but embrace her in my sheer joy at witnessing this moment, in my relief and pride that this moment had arrived, achieved honorably and independently by the people of Egypt. The famous festival atmosphere of Tahrir was no longer ironic.  The people were already packed in like sardines, chains of friends pressed one behind the other snaked their way through the human sea. To the steady beating of drums circles of young men arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders, danced around the musicians, accelerating until they could no longer hold on, breaking into joyous leaps and shouts.

Celebrating Mubarak stepping down, dancing in the streets of Cairo.

After a while we extracted ourselves and in a side street near Talat Harb Square, merely two blocks away, we stumbled into the midst of a dance party. The Tagammu party headquarters was blasting Egyptian music from their balcony to an overflowing street below, no doubt in a bid to stave off criticism for their inaction during the revolution. There we were, singing along in unison to the kind of songs that everyone knows the words to, dancing in the street by the sparkling light of fireworks and the sudden flames of lit aerosol (a typical form of celebratory flash here). In a country normally overcome by propriety regarding public physical displays, here the static bodies of men and women alike could not contain their joy and so movement flowed to the beat of familiar rhythms, painting new memories of these streets over the recently emblazoned images of destruction and despair.

Finally sitting at a cafe which had expanded to occupy half of the street, we reveled in the victory: no small feat, yet worth more as a symbol of what can be achieved than as a proportion of the work needed to build a democratic Egypt. And beyond democracy there are other real social changes being called for, changes vital to ensure the rights which have been so nobly defended over these days, for even this momentous evening did not pass without indignities. The oppression of the regime was replaced this night with the knowledge that the war was not won; Mubarak was only the first battle.

More than a month later the sentiment holds true. The Egyptian people craved a return to normal life. What is normal life? Work can be considered this, after all making a living is just that. In this sense much is the same, people tend their shops, go to their offices, the shoe-shiners are present on every corner crouching between street vendors. Flag sales have skyrocketed, the new hot item, along with head bands in red, white and black, 25 January I.D. badges fashioned after the notorious Tahrir Youth’s, and 25 January t-shirts, license plates, and on and on. The people own this revolution through and through, not only its roots, its perseverance, and its achievements, but its images and words, which captured so powerfully the imagination of the world. Yet where do these impressions lead us now? Normal life is a fiction, something soft to hold onto in the middle of a dark, cold night. Everything has changed. Egyptians are empowered now, Egyptians are citizens now. How to exercise these newly claimed rights? What to do with new found freedoms? And how to decide all of this while protecting one’s livelihood and family in the face of thuggery and a crumbled security apparatus?

I said shortly after Mubarak left that it seemed everything was waiting: waiting for the army to move, waiting for the protesters to move, waiting for the new Egypt to take shape, waiting for Gaddafi to leave Libya. There are dangers in waiting; the danger that nothing happens and the danger that whomever does move can affect the changes they want in no time. The problem is that time passes quickly while a whole country is glued to the television listening to the rambles of an outmoded dictator and worrying about hundreds of thousands of people fleeing across its borders.

Tahrir emptied (forcibly I must note) after yielding the ouster of another round of ministers and a vote scheduled for Saturday on constitutional amendments, it could seem from afar like Egyptian democracy is riding on a swift current, however emerging from the raging rapids of tear gas and Molotovs, banners and beatings, I would liken the moment now, more to, say, drifting around the murky bends of the Old Saco, than floating freely on the wide thoroughfare of the Nile.

Rachel Maddow – The whole world is watching Egypt

This is a must watch. She is a little intense but it is the most direct analysis and clear assessment of the government’s actions over the past days that I have heard in the Western media.

Spiraling situation for refugees.

We just received a call from the Somali community leader reporting that people were arrested inside their homes. They showed their UNHCR blue cards, the only form of identification the refugees have, but the military police not knowing anything about these cards arrested them on the spot. The situation for refugees in Cairo has the potential to spiral out of control very quickly. With various actors providing security and the UNHCR closed the people in these communities are stuck in the middle with no protection. My efforts to reach the media in the US have yielded little results thus far, especially when compared to the engagement of the German and European press. Please if you have personal contacts or suggestions of organizations I can reach out to send them to me or give them my information. Thank you.

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