the story of 24 hours of this road-- and something about fairness a friend of the family's died in a car accident last night it happened a few hours after i nearly got into an accident on the same road she was a young mother, her eight year old daughter was with her in the car she was visiting her friend in a neighborhood i often visit somebody clipped the back of her car and she spun out of control. the other person just drove away. i feel like it could've been me there've never been any traffic police. the only time i've seen police on this road (pre & post revolution) is at one stop where they fine people for speeding and/or ask for bribes in exchange for looking the other way. they'll occasionally search a truck for drugs which they then confiscate and sometimes sell themselves (police are known to be pushers here). people die all the time on this road, people kill all the time on this road and get away with it. i spent that morning running away from my head--double life mode i keep wondering how they would explain the evidence of my hidden lifestyle on my body--if it was my body i don't know i'm supposed to be teaching children to be fair despite everything i'm not sure i know how to be fair this morning some armed bedouin blocked off the same road. i'm not sure what their demands are. i'm getting messages to avoid the area because of the weapons. people are protesting in tahrir. there are over 10 000 people who went through military trials (no lawyers to defend them)--and mubarak hasn't even seen a courtroom yet. and adly, ex interior minister, a man who has tortured and disappeared thousands of innocent people had his trial postponed because his defense has accused the judge of corruption-- corruption! it's shocking but a lot of people will say they're tired of protesters asking for fairness, for justice--and they aren't tired of the way we live everyday. it's as if having your life ripped away is an accepted risk but acknowledging how powerless we are under this system (lack of a system) is recklessness. i don't know. i don't know what to do. i don't know how to be fair. |