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Springtime in the Arab World

Saturday, February 26th, 2011

I was on the road again last week (hey, that would be a great title for a song!) and missed most of the Libyan uprising. At one point, I caught a headline that announced “Ghaddafi opens fire on protestors,” and in a moment of confusion I thought that Ghaddafi had actually grabbed a gun personally and opened fire. Because, well, he is actually that crazy. (Who the hell names their kid “Sword of Islam” without trying to be ironic? I mean, even the Prophet Muhammad gave his kids normal names, and if anyone had the right to name his kids “Sword of Islam” it would have been him, right?)

So, Tunisia down … kinda …and Egypt down … kinda … and there’s rioting in Bahrain, Yemen’s on the edge, and Libya is … well, Libya has fractured into the parts that have managed to rid themselves of the man who is a cross between Mobutu Sese Seko and Kim Jong Il, and the parts that haven’t. The problem for the Libyans, of course, is that Ghaddafi is insane — and I mean that literally. I was told rather emphatically once that Arabs do not use the term “majnoon” in the way that Americans do — when people invoke the term “crazy,” they don’t mean “”She’s flying to London for a three day weekend? She’s crazy!” They mean, “Call the guys in the white jackets to come haul this guy out because he’s getting financial advice from trees.” (Granted, given the way the world financial system imploded, it’s probably as good a place as any for reasonable advice, but that’s not the point.)

I’m still not that clear on the situation in Libya, and, as with Egypt and Tunisia, I tend to tune in to Twitter and Facebook before I hit the news sites (and I still start with al-Jazeera English, that scion of news formerly derided as anti-American by people who’d never watched it that is now apparently experiencing a 2000% increase in viewership because everyone wants to see. Irony rocks.) The other day multiple FB pals posted a video of troops uncovering mass graves in the parts of the country that are now under control of the new provisional government. I had that moment of liberal guilt every time I loaded up the page and scrolled quickly past them. (“Am I allowed to skip this revolution and focus on the next one?”)

I’m still trying to figure out what’s going on in Egypt, too. I’ve reflected a couple of times that the country is at the point where, in Act III, we discover that Lando has been working for Darth Vader all along — the constitution is suspended, parliament dissolved, and the country is under military rule. “It’s a trap!”

I expressed this to a friend of mine whose skills in smartassery are equivalent to my own, who pondered this for a moment and then asked me who Han Solo was in this analogy.
“I … don’t know,” I said.
“I just like my Star Wars analogies well thought out,” he said.

The other thing — and I’m sorry folks, but can we have a moment where we don’t, for once, worry about how all this is going to effect Israel? Israel can still kick the ass of any country in the region that it wants. Israel will be fine. For god’s sake, stop worrying about Israel.

I had cause to reflect on this after a conversation with someone who was not convinced that the Muslim Brotherhood isn’t about to take over Egypt (never mind that the Jordanian branch is legal, active in politics and has, at several points, been the controlling party in that country’s politics–and one could argue that even at the worst of times that Jordanian-Israeli relations have been far better than Egyptian-Israeli relations), and then lamented, “You know, we give these people democracy and then they go and do stuff like elect Hamas.”

Ah, right. The old, “Democracy is too important to be wasted on the Chileans” argument (quote from Henry Kissinger in 1972).

For many in the West (including, I fear, myself), the hardest aspect of this Arab Awakening will be the possibility that some of these new governments might not be as willing to toe the line as some of their predecessors. It’s not the first time this has happened (anyone remember Viet Nam)? On the other hand, while terrorism exists in democratic countries (the IRA, ETA, and November 17 are all examples, not to mention the one-offs like Tim McVeigh, the Unabomber, and the jerks who shot Yitzhak Rabin and Gabbi Giffords), one can’t help think that the re-discovery of civil society might weaken support for militant extremists.

Am I being pollyanish? Maybe. It took the better part of a decade for Eastern Europe to recover from the death throes of Communism…but, despite fears of a Russian implosion and transition to kleptocracy, they did. So, let us take a moment to celebrate the Arab Awakening without focusing on all the fiddly bits that lie ahead. Because they will be fiddly and they will be difficult, and they may not go the way *we* would like. But as long as they reflect the wishes of the people … well, isn’t that what this is all about?

Thoughts on a Revolution

Thursday, February 17th, 2011

It’s a little weird being back behind the scenes at this old blog. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure that I still had it in me — I didn’t have much to say there for a while, and decided I wouldn’t force it. Then on Saturday, I had that crazy idea to run an essay contest about the Egyptian Revolution that has attracted exactly two entries thus far, and suddenly it was back.

Of course, once again, I’m behind the times. It’s hard for me to repeat anything that the pundits haven’t said. Issandr El Amrani, who does this sort of thing for a living, has pretty much said it all over on his blog, The Arabist. For an even more kick-ass-and-take-names perspective from the Arab world’s most erudite r!ot grrrl, follow Mona El Tahawy on Twitter.

I spent a lot of time glued to the television between January 25 and February 11. A lot of time. I was so wrapped up in the protests on January 28 that by the time President Hosni Mubarak gave his speech, it depressed me so badly that I had to take the dog for a long walk around the neighborhood.

The last twenty four hours that Hosni Mubarak spent in office were an emotional roller coaster — and let’s not make this all about me. I admire the Egyptian protesters who went home to sleep on it after Mubarak’s devastating February 10 speech in which he basically told the entire country to fuck off and die. Had I been in Tahrir Square, I would have gone out and started breaking shit. I came in the next morning determined to stop following the news so closely and get on with my day, only to be interrupted–happily!–when Omar Suleiman announced the departure of the president.

By the way, if you’re not aware … the guy who was standing behind Suleiman when he read his announcement has his own fan page on Facebook, literally in the name of “The Man Behind Omar Suleiman.” You could tell his job was to make sure that the Egyptian VP read the announcement exactly as written or he was going to take him out.

Ironically enough, it was my Dad who put words to the emotions: “Well, you’ve invested so much of your life in that country,” he said. It’s true. I have. And I won’t lie: part of the emotions I was feeling came from knowing that I was supposed to be there in mid March (a trip that’s now cancelled by a nervous University’s risk assessment office) and wanting to be there to see what Free Egypt looks like for myself. A friend put this in perspective when he pointed out to me that the kind of trip I want to make to Egypt right now isn’t the kind I was scheduled to make — the kind that wouldn’t involve, for example, escorting 25 participants to tourist sites I’ve been to dozens of times. And he’s right, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of telling him that directly, so stop reading this part, Will, OK?

So, enough philosophizing. Despite the fact that the revolution in Egypt has been now overshadowed by uprisings in Bahrain and other countries–is this the Arab World’s 1989? Can we hope?–I’m still watching the dust settle. I’ve done a few presentations including Q&As on the situation in Egypt, many of which have addressed the somewhat bewildering development that people in Egypt were happy when the army committed a coup d’etat (which is what happened — Mubarak was allowed to maintain the smallest shred of dignity he had left by being allowed to pretend that it was his choice to step aside and hand power to the army, but it’s pretty clear that he was pushed out of power when he failed to do so voluntarily in his speech on the 10th).

But how does this make me feel?

In the 16 years I’ve been going back and forth to Egypt, politics has played an unexpectedly minimal role. People just didn’t care about politics — it could be read as apathy, but after a while I came to read it as defeat. I was there for the parliamentary “elections” of 1995, rife with accusations of ballot box stuffing, voter intimidation and fraud. Barely 15% of eligible voters bothered to turn out, and it came as a surprise to no one when the now-hated National Democratic Party (NDP) won a majority of seats. The conclusion had been decided well in advance of the election, and there was no point in playing the game unless you had something to gain.

And this played out in major areas of society. Cairo, while practically a second home for me, is a horribly dirty city, and the reasons are pretty clear: no one cleans it. The municipality certainly doesn’t. It’s up to the local citizens, who do take care of their little plots of land every morning — sweeping doorsteps, washing doors, etc. Enter anyone’s home and it’s spotless — I’ve been in houses in slums that were immaculate. But public space–areas that in other countries are maintained by some sort of municipal authority–are neglected. Unless, of course, you live in one of the districts with the wealthy and powerful.

Will any of this change with the departure of Mubarak and the collapse of the NDP’s ruling mechanism? Maybe, maybe not. There’s still a lot to do to fix a country of 80 million with a standard of living that’s dramatically decreased over the past half century. But I can’t help thinking that if this all plays out correctly and the Egyptians feel that their government isn’t actively out to get them … that it’ll be a huge start.

And it’s already starting.

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Civility FAIL

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

The president gave a speech last night.  I didn’t watch it.  I need to be able to read the synopsis of political speeches these days because I can’t quite stomach the queasy feeling I get half the time.

And so, I missed the moment everyone’s talking about this morning: South Carolina senator Joe Wilson yelling, “You lie!” when President Obama said that his vision for reformed health care wouldn’t cover illegal immigrants.

Here it is in case you missed it:

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I find myself in a quandary here.  I’m not entirely sure where I stand on health care reform (yes, the system is broken, and I am mystified by people who think that a government run plan will be more of a burden than a privately run one, apparently on the basis that it’s more “American” to have corporations do it, because corporations are never, ever evil), but I know where I stand on this.  (And if you don’t know, you clearly didn’t read my post from Monday).

The New York Times, in its fact-checking recap of the president’s speech (interesting read), points out that the president is speaking true on this point (and most others … although some of them need to be read creatively).

I keep going back to this: W. was president for 8 years.  He stood up in front of Congress year after year and bragged about how well the war on terror was going and how Iraq was always under control.  Did anyone stand up and yell, “You sent our men and women to fight a war whose sole benefit was to line the pockets of the Vice President?”  No, they didn’t. And it would have been a far more intelligent thing to say.

In fact, this morning, both parties are at pains to remember any occasion on which a presidential address was interrupted in such a manner.  This is not the British Parliament.  We do not have a system that encourages smart retorts in Congress (and, let’s face it, it’s more fun to watch it happen with British accents.  The Brits are so much better at coming up with deep-cutting nasty comments that sound perfectly reasonable on face value).

I keep coming back to this: it’s obvious that the political rhetoric in this country is such that the president has to keep proving his worthiness of being in the office of president … the one that he was elected to, and by a much more definitive margin than his predecessor ever received in two terms.  It’s like people just assume that he’s less than human and not fully American, and it’s up to him to constantly prove otherwise.

In more amusing news, a California state assemblyman from Yorba Linda, one of the true champions of pro-family legislation (that would be pro-conservative definition of family, natch), resigned after bragging to a colleague about an affair without realizing that his microphone was on and that his comments were going out on public access television and preserved on tape for posterity.

Not only that, but it seems that this was his second mistress.  He wasn’t only cheating on his wife — he was cheating on his other mistress, too.

So much for pro-family values!  Although, he did put his money where his mouth is: part of the bragging included the revelation that he didn’t use a condom.  So maybe he’s a true Christian™ after all.  God wants babies!  They’re delicious!

Just Can’t Take it Anymore

Monday, September 7th, 2009

It’s been a while since I’ve posted.

In all honesty, I’m a bit tired of the same old aimless blogging.  This outlet is no longer as anonymous as it used to be, and, in true “careful what you wish for fashion” I’m in a conundrum: I have more readers, but they’re people that I know.  Some of them don’t always seem to be familiar–either with the concept of exaggeration for comedic effect, or with my tendency to use it liberally.  Some of them are likely to approach me in the hallway (either a literal hallway or a metaphoric one) and ask me about something I’ve written.

In the case of literal hallways, it’s even more alarming: I’ve written things about my work environment that are predicated on a good number of my coworkers not knowing that I have a blog.  Some people are good about keeping the secret, others … less so.

And so, I’ve tried to keep my liberal rants and raves to a minimum in the hopes that I won’t offend anyone.  And in doing so, I’ve made myself rather bored with the whole concept.

Well, I’ve got a rant.  And if it offends you, tough.

For a while, I’ve been trying to put my finger on my feelings about the current political situation in the country.  And, frankly, it’s not just a political thing although what set me off today is political in nature.

We have guaranteed freedom of speech in this country.  The problem that I’ve noticed is that as a society, we don’t practice responsible freedom speech.  Americans seem to think that if they have a thought on their head, it needs to be stated out loud.

At the moment, we have this whole situation going on with President Obama: the man has the gall to want to speak directly to schoolchildren to encourage them to stay in school.  The nerve!  Doesn’t he know that as a bona-fide secret Muslim who was born in Zanzibar* and is trying to convert the entire country to Socialist Fascism** that good right-wing American Christians will see right through the AntiChrist’s ploy to brainwash their children.  After all, Memaw and Naydell left school after the fourth grade, and they turned out just fine!

Seriously.

Our last president … well, let’s put it this way.  In eight years, he took the entire nation to war with one country that had something to do with 9/11 (sorta) but that wasn’t spectacular enough for the news media … or his popularity ratings.  So, we decided to go to war with another country that had nothing to do with 9/11 and posed absolutely no threat whatsoever to the United States–this second war was justified on the presentation of completely false intelligence that the White House, it has been revealed, practically made up.  As part of said invasion, it was revealed that our infantrymen were involved in torture of sensitive prisoners, and graphic humiliation of non-sensitive prisoners.  We went from having a balanced budget to one so far in the hole that it’s hard to fathom … and, oh, by the way, started the whole corporate bailout scheme that everyone seems to have forgotten about and now blames on Obama.

Let me say this: I have lost my enchantment with Obama.  I have.  I’m starting to think that the best chance the Democrats have to keep the White House in 2012 is for Obama to not run again.

That said, where was this level of vitriol and anger at Bush 43?  I hated the man — hated him.  For all of the reasons mentioned above, and much more.  To his dirty rotten core.  But if he’d spoken to schoolchildren about the importance of education, I would have made a joke that the speech would be titled: “Stay in School!  Don’t turn out like me,” and let it go.  I wouldn’t have petitioned the school board to either not show the speech or change their policies to allow children to skip school during it.

What we’re hiding here is racism, pure and simple.  People don’t like Obama because he’s an educated black man.  It’s not nice to say that we don’t like him because he’s black, so we make shit up.  He’s Muslim.  He’s socialist.  He’s fascist.  He’s Zanzibari Kenyan.  But, no, really it’s not because he’s black.  We’ve evolved.  (But only metaphorically — we don’t use that term to suggest that we believe in Evolution.  We all know it’s much more likely that an invisible guy who lives in the sky snapped his fingers and made the entire universe happen in six days.)

Moving beyond politics: Americans really do think that they can say whatever they want — which they can, but without any sense of appropriateness or decency.

Take, for example, an experience that I had in El Paso a few weeks ago.  Natalie and I delivered training to a group of 70 people.  At the end of the day, as we were proceeding to the rental car with our things, we reflected on the day.  “It seemed to go well,” she said to me.  “People really seemed to enjoy it.”
“I think so too,” I said, “but I noticed that there was at least one evaluation that seemed to be straight 1s down the line.”  [Our evaluation forms consist of rankings on a 1-5 scale: 1 is "strongly disagree / poor / strongly dislike."]

Natalie then did what we’ve learned over the years that you should never do.  While standing in the parking lot, she pulled out the collected evaluation forms and started going through them.

I should say this.  The number of negative evaluations was somewhere around 4.  Of 70.  Far outnumbered by the number of overwhelmingly positive evaluations.

However, the negative evaluations were really negative.  Like, nasty on a personal level toward the two of us.  One of them, for example, went into pedantic detail about what a poor speaker I am because I said “um” and “ah” too much during one of the presentations (which I had prefaced by saying, “I haven’t done this one in a couple of years, so bear with me”).  I won’t even repeat some of the other comments because, well, they’re not worth repeating.

We sat in the rental car (yeah, it was a dry heat, but 102 is 102, especially when the sun is shining directly on you) in shocked silence.  “So much for professionalism,” I said.
“What on earth would make someone think that it’s OK to say these things to someone?” Natalie asked.
“I … have no idea.”

The coordinator of the event contacted us last week to see if we could set up another date for later in the fall or spring.  “All in all, I think it went very well,” she said.

Natalie called to ask if there was any way to respond in a way that would both convey our enthusiasm and willingness to continue working together, while making reference to the unacceptable and inappropriate nature of some of the comments on the evaluation forms.  “No,” I said.  “It’ll make us seem petty.”

My guess is that the reason people say nasty things is the disconnect of the written word: it’s easier to write it out and not have to deal with the repercussions of watching what you say hit home.  I work with a professor like that: in person, he’s the sweetest, most generous guy.  Put an Ethernet connection between him and the rest of the world and he becomes the sadistic lovechild of Dorothy Parker and Jason, the machete wielding villain of the Friday the 13th movies.  I’ve never heard him use the f-word in person.  I’ve never read an e-mail from him that didn’t contain it.

Why are we, as a people, so unaffected by the notion of the effect that the words we write have on others?  Why do we think it’s OK to engage in such awful diatribe?  Have we really lost the ability to debate civilly without resorting to name calling, innuendo, and wild accusations?

In other words: what’s wrong with us?

*Yes, children: in 1961, Mombassa, which is now in Kenya, was part of the sultanate of Zanzibar.  It became part of Kenya in 1963.  I strongly suspect that the reason why no one in the birther movement knows this is because they all think Zanzibar is a made up place like Wonderland, Narnia, or Canada.

** Quick primer: fascists are on the extreme right side of the political spectrum; socialists are on the left side–and not that far to the left, either.  You think they’re farther than they are because American “liberals” are what, in most countries, are called “leftist-centrists,” meaning that they’re just to the left of the center on the political spectrum.  Socialists and Fascists do not like each other as a matter of course.  It is not politically possible for Obama to be a socialist while pursing a fascist policy.  It does not make you look smarter to try to use both terms together and pretend that they mean the same thing.  They don’t.  And it makes you look even more stupid than you are.

Facebook is a Punk-Ass Chump

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

Yeah, that’s right.  I said it.  And I stole it off a bumper sticker describing our last president.

I won’t deny that I have used Facebook for varying purposes both professional and personal.  I have used it to stalk our notoriously blasé alumnae, whose career trajectories we are supposed to track (and they know this) but who are really, really, really bad about keeping us informed of their whereabouts the moment they leave town.  I have used it to look up people I used to know in a former life; not in the Shirley MacLaine definition thereof, but people I knew from my days as an underpaid, overworked cog at a non-profit in DC, people I knew from my days as an undergraduate, and people I knew from (shudder) high school.

I have stopped friending people from high school.  At this point, I’m “friends” with people that I knew well.  My “people you may know” box lists a number of people that I didn’t know well and, you know what?  If they want to get in touch, they can friend me. As the number of people that I have known in my life is actually something of a finite number (I was a bit of a wallflower until grad school), it’s that little box right there that’s been the source of some amusement and derision of late.

Maybe it’s just that I’m bitter that I don’t actually know most of the people that the little box suggests.  The chain of linkages seems to have worn thin–Facebook has, on occasion, suggested people to be friends of mine for no other obvious reason than they happen to have the same name as people that I already know.  That’s weird, right?

I am not in favor of the introduction of things that I can “Fan” into my “people you may know” box.  There are too many things to “fan” these days.  “Flipping the pillow over to get to the cool side”?  Really? The day that I completely lost my patience was … well, I found it creepy that a little box appeared suggesting that I become a fan of “butt sex” right next to another little box suggesting that I friend my high school guidance counselor.

Seriously.  Ew.

Then, of course, there are the recent spate of groups that have popped up that are Iran related.  I can support “free and fair elections in Iran,” I have been asked to support “supporters of free and fair elections in Iran,” I have been asked to join a group called “Where is their vote?”, a group called “Where is MY vote?”, and something in Persian that I can’t read because I don’t read Persian.  I’ve been asked to shade my profile photo green (I’m standing against a green background–I’m lazy and that’ll have to suffice).  I’ve also been asked to become a supporter of Mir Hussein Moussavi, which I decided not to do because, other than the fact that people are protesting because they think he won the elections in June, I don’t really know that much about his politics and whether I support them.

Therein, of course, lies the rub: I still think about what I do on Facebook like it matters.  I have “friends” who clearly don’t.  Two weeks ago, I came back to my hotel in Cairo after a lovely evening watching the sufi dances in the old city, followed by a stroll through the part of the old city that’s now lit up at night.  I booted up my laptop since the Internet seemed to run faster in the wee hours of the night, and discovered that someone who went to high school with me for one year and recently friended me had posted an article from a Christian Web site freaking out because “Islam is trying to take over America” (*coughfirstcough*). I had no problem removing this individual as a friend since it was clear that we had nothing in common (and he clearly hadn’t actually looked at my profile long enough to determine that I’m a hellbound homo).

The same happened to a couple of people who kept trying to recruit me to causes like, “Impeach Obama now!” (Why the sitting president is worthy of impeachment for any reason other than being black a Democrat is beyond me.  Always amazes me that these are the same people who sat idly by while Tricky Dick Cheney sat there with a pair of scissors and cut up the constitution.)

My friend Will is currently on a campaign to remove all of the birthers from his roster of Facebook friends.  I don’t think I have any birthers in mine, although I can’t be sure because there are a few people who are permanently hidden (mostly because their status updates are a nonstop slough of quizzes, status updates from Mafia Wars, or invoke God just a few more times than I think a normal person should when, say, mentioning that you just got home from the grocery store–praise Jesus!).

And don’t even get me started on those bizarre high school competitions to see who can garner the most friends.  There’s a reason that my profile is now on permanent lockdown.

All this is to say that Facebook is starting to spoil a little bit, like cheese left out in the sun for a week.  I’m curious to see what the next big thing in social networking will be … because I’m totally going to join it, and then blog about how much it annoys me.  Just like everyone else :grin:

 

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