I cried — real, moist, ridiculous tears — when the news finally came but it wasn’t so much Mubarak’s departure that brought me joy, though his malign, corrupting presence and the oppressive weight of his regime had disfigured almost every day of the three years I lived in Cairo. No, the tears were for the millions who had waited so patiently for so long to be given a government worthy of them but then had discovered, all at once, a few weeks ago that they had the power make that better government and more just society themselves.
Whatever the future holds for Egypt, these eighteen days constitute the most beautiful political act I have ever witnessed.
This entry was posted on Saturday, February 12th, 2011 at 7:42 pm. It is filed under Latest Work and tagged with Cairo, Egypt, freedom, Middle East, Mubarak, North Africa, politics, revolution, Tahrir. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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