A few weeks ago I blogged about Egypt and hope. Reading the news since, I've wondered if I was being a Pollyanna. Well, maybe I was.
But I want to raise up this oped by Egyptian novelist Alaa Al Aswany. He was and is there.
He reports that this Facebook message has gone viral in Egypt:
“Fellow revolutionaries, we have been through the three most beautiful and difficult years of our life. We have tried to realize the dream but we now know that it has become impossible. Yet we keep on stating that it was a real dream, no matter how much they try to falsify history. None of us who have lived that dream will ever forget, or regret it, for a moment. As for those who have died in the service of the revolution, we say to you and your families that we apologize because we are not worthy of your sacrifices.”
Further Al Aswany still holds out his own hope:
Is the Egyptian revolution over, as the frustrated young Facebook poster declared? The answer is provided by recent official statistics that show that the country’s population has already reached 85 million, 60 percent of whom are under 29. It is these young people — the majority of the population — who made the revolution. It is they who, in the end, will win out, because they alone are the future.
My musings on current events, current projects, current anxieties and current delights.
I started this under the Bush regime when any grain of sand thrown into the gears of the over-reaching imperial state seemed worthwhile.
I have worked to elect more and better Democrats -- and to hammer the shit out of them once we get them in office so they do the things their constituents want and need. It's a big job.
It's mighty uncomfortable, getting by in a declining empire where elites maintain their power by massaging our mean streaks and mobilizing our resentments. This country and this "civilization" may be on their way out, but there's nothing else to do except try to make them as humane as possible along the way. That and to celebrate the extraordinary love that sometimes accompanies our species' bumbling way.
And the end hasn't come til it comes, ever.
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I'm a progressive political activist who runs trails and climbs mountains whenever any are available. I've had the privilege to work for justice in Central America (Nicaragua and El Salvador), in South Africa, in the fields of California with the United Farmworkers Union, and in the cities and schools of my own country. I'm a Christian of the Episcopalian flavor; we think and argue a lot. For work, I've done a bit of it all: run an old fashioned switch-board; remodeled buildings and poured concrete; edited and published periodicals, reports and books; and organized for electoral campaigns. I am currently an independent consultant to organizations seeking "help when you have to make a fight."