Everyone watched everyone else and we wondered how all of this could be happening. Who were all of these people? Where did they come from? These were the same people we pass by unknowingly every day. We saw one another, it feels, for the first time. Now in the second week, we continue to look at one another as we walk together, in marches and in silent gatherings, toward our common goal of having our vote respected.
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Until last week, Mr. Moussavi was a nondescript, if competent, politician — as one of his campaign advisers put it to me, he was meant only to be an instrument for making Iran a tiny bit better, nothing more. Iranians knew that’s what they were getting when they cast their votes for him. Now, like us, Mr. Moussavi finds himself caught up in events that were unimaginable, each day’s march and protest more unthinkable than the one that came before.
Ongoing musings, tips, and observations from a Van Couvering, not someone who is going to Vancouver.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Iran: it wasn't supposed to happen this way
A great guest editorial in the New York Times from a student in Iran. It starts slow, but has a wonderful finish, really gives you the sense that everybody is surprised by the sweep of events, even those participating directly in them...
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