March 19, 2007 at 8:58 am
Check out the Washington Post’s front-pager on the fading democracy movement in Egypt.
Should make us all — both bloggers and civilians — love America a little bit more today.
Pardon the lengthy excerpt, but it’s worth it.
On May 12, 2006, Gamal Mubarak paid what Egypt’s ambassador called a private visit to Washington, where he joined Vice President Cheney at the White House. As those talks went on, Seif, the blogger, sat in prison. So did Wael Khalil, the activist who heard an anti-Mubarak slogan being shouted for the first time in 2001.
Before his arrest, Seif, always casually dressed, had helped design Kifaya’s Web site, 20 blogs for opposition colleagues and home pages for Kifaya candidates. Soon, in what emerged as the last gasp of a retreating movement, he helped organize protests in solidarity with two Egyptian judges who faced expulsion from the bench after they had called for judicial independence and criticized the parliamentary balloting. The security forces arrested hundreds of people, particularly after the Brotherhood joined the demonstrations. Seif was detained May 7, when 300 police moved on a few dozen protesters outside a courthouse.
They blindfolded him tied his arms behind his back and took him to a police station. Among the charges: insulting the president, illegal assembly and obstructing traffic, the latter offense difficult to define in a city whose streets are snarled in distilled anarchy. From there he was taken to prison, where his hair was cut, a gesture used to humiliate prisoners. For a day, he was in solitary.
“I knew they were turning ugly,” Khalil said. “It was clear they were holding us captive until the movement subsided.”
Khalil had been arrested earlier as he drank sugar-cane juice in front of the courthouse. He was released the same day as Seif, on June 22.
As his friends sat in prison, Wael Abbas, a 32-year-old goateed blogger, heard word that he was wanted, too.
He went home and removed hard disks from two desktop computers. He hurriedly stuffed them in a bag, along with his laptop and cameras, where he had saved two years of videotapes and photos. He went to a friend’s house for two days, then caught a first-class train to Alexandria, on the Mediterranean. “On first class, they’re not looking for suspects,” he explained. Once there, he sneaked into Internet cafes to post entries on his blog.
A week later, lawyers told him it was safe to return.
“That’s the life of a blogger in Egypt,” he said.