Posts tagged egypt.
It is the latest Internet phenomenon that has the world laughing, but in Egypt the Harlem Shake has caught the imagination of revolutionaries who are using it as a new way to challenge the country’s new Islamist rulers.
“It’s a funny way to protest how [the Muslim Brotherhood] have taken control of the country,” said law student Tarek Badr, 22, who was one of more than 100 thrusting their hips in front of the political movement’s Cairo headquarters on Thursday. “People won’t be silent. They will protest in all ways and this is a peaceful way.”
Organizer Noor al Mahalaawi, a 22-year-old engineering student, and three friends started a group that they have dubbed the “Satiric Revolutionary Struggle”.
The group intends to stage innovative weekly protests in front of the party headquarters, which will be posted on its increasingly popular Facebook page.
“People are very supportive,” Mahalaawi said. “It’s a change from violence to sarcasm and it’s peaceful. There has been enough blood, enough arrests, enough trials.”
He said the message to the party was that many Egyptians “do not like their way of rule… with human-rights violations every day.”
After their Harlem Shake ended, participants took up the new revolutionary chant: “The people want the fall of the ‘Murshid’ [the supreme guide of the Muslim Brotherhood].”
An impromptu conga line snaked through crowd shouting, “Leave, leave, leave.”
— Charlene Gubash, “How The Harlem Shake Is Being Used To Push For Change In Egypt,” NBCNEWS.com (via racialicious)
Beautiful, despite your fascist standards. — Egyptian graffiti
i am really surprised by folks who are claiming that we need to be careful for advocating for revolution in egypt because people will die. have died. do die. in revolutions.
i have heard this a few times in the past month, and it is brought up, like, no one has ever considered the possibility that people die during large scale revolutions…
as if people werent dying from state violence before the revolution.
as if people weren’t setting themselves on fire in the weeks before jan 25
as if it is better for people to live under dictatorship, in fear, than risking their lives for their freedom
as if those who are supporting revolution havent sat down, in tears, with the difficult questions of life and death, haven’t read their history, spoken to their elders, learned at the feet of revolutionaries
as if after sitting down with the fears and the burden of these questions, did not then stand back up and decide that they and their children deserve a future worth living, and they deserve people willing to fight for that future
as if some folks did not grow up inside violence, grew up with friends dying for no good reason, grew up constantly being afraid of the state authorities with guns and license, grew up without the option to ‘opt out’ of this violence, and had to learn how to walk through the violence because there was no ‘walking away’ and learned to hold tight to their sense of humanity in the face of it all…
Remembering #Jan25: Days of Rage and Dignity. The Egyptian revolution really isn’t over, but the eighteen days of rallying and demonstrating across Egypt starting on 25 January 2011 that ultimately ousted longtime dictator Mubarak deserve an incredible amount of celebration.
Here is a photographic retrospective of those eighteen days, shot by some of the best. I will never fail to be blown away by the images of the demonstrations in Tahrir.
- Yannis Behrakis/Reuters. 1/30/2011.
- Nasser Nasser/AP. 1/25/2011.
- Peter Macdiarmid/Getty. 2/1/2011.
- Lefteris Pitarakis/AP. 2/1/2011.
- Ed Ou/NYT. 2/1/2011.
- Hannibal Hanschke/EPA. 2/2/2011.
- Moises Saman/NYT. 2/11/2011.
- Felipe Trueba/EPA. 2/11/2011.
last night we were doing street medic work, spraying the eyes of protesters with yeast after the tear gassing from the police.
tear gas is supposed to make you cry. not burn the skin and make folks shake with uncontrollable convulsions.
but there were little kids, like under the age of ten, wandering the tear gassed streets offering vinegar, yeast, and napkins to folks. it was beautiful to watch.
and i hadnt forgotten how good it feels to be a street medic, to stand against the stampeding tide and offer what little you have to aid…