Activist Reflections

Egypt under the New July Republic

Egypt under the New July Republic

[President Abdel-Fattah Al-Sisi and government officials at the funeral of Prosecutor General Hisham Barakat who was killed in a car bomb attack on 29 June 2015. Source: Official Facebook Page of the Spokesperson of the Egyptian Armed Forces.]by Sarah Carr 2 July 2015, Jadaliyya The prevailing characteristic of the time before the revolution, all those moons ago, was Egypt’s political moribundity. There were elections of sorts, or at least votes went in ballot boxes but their provenance was not always from voters.
Cairo: September 2014

Cairo: September 2014

WIAM EL-TAMAMI 28 JANUARY 2015 I left Cairo on 19 April 2014. I was so glad to have left, so relieved and slightly disbelieving that I had finally loosened myself from the grip of Al-Qaahira – in Arabic the name, quite fittingly, means ‘The Oppressor’, ‘The Crusher’, ‘The Vanquisheress’. I knew that I could not be there then, but that I was inextricably bound to her: I could, I would, always come back.
Unauthorized memory

Unauthorized memory

Sunday, January 25, 2015 Yasmin El-Rifae Yesterday they shot and killed a woman on Talaat Harb Street. She was walking, along with other members of the Socialist Alliance Party, through downtown to commemorate those killed since all of this started four years ago. Many of them were carrying flowers, wreaths to lay in Tahrir. Photos of Shaimaa Sabbagh in various contexts before her death have been widely shared online.
Egypt’s 1984

Egypt’s 1984

OCTOBER 28, 2014  Sharif Abdel Kouddous عربي In a bid to stamp out any last vestiges of revolutionary fervor and hold at bay the threat of collective empowerment, the Sisi regime has taken concrete steps to quash dissent, silence opposition voices, and consolidate control over the body politic. Under the guise of a war on terror and restoring “stability,” President Abdel Fattah al-Sisi has enshrined unprecedented authoritarian measures into law.
A wounded Egypt

A wounded Egypt

Sally Toma Monday, October 13, 2014  A nurse and her staff have tamed the men in a mental health ward into becoming compliant patients. They spend their days and nights in a medicine-induced state of fogginess that prevents them from rebelling against the petty rules and regulations that govern the ward. A smug guy believing he is free arrived as a patient and is not willing to comply — especially when he recognizes that the nurse's goal was to rule the ward.
Revolution Is My Name: An Egyptian Woman’s Diary from Eighteen Days in Tahrir

Revolution Is My Name: An Egyptian Woman’s Diary from Eighteen Days in Tahrir

Mona Prince Translated by Samia Mehrez  English edition Sep 2014 200 pp. Paperback$16.95 /LE90 ISBN 978 977 416 669 3 “For thinking about how the collective memory of revolution is being created right now, even as the revolution regains its steam, there is no better place to start than with Mona Prince’s remarkable memoir of the 25 January Uprising. . . . Revolution is My Name tells the story of revolution as it unfolds over eighteen days.
2011 is not 1968: An open letter to an onlooker on the Day of Rage

2011 is not 1968: An open letter to an onlooker on the Day of Rage

by Philip Rizk Tuesday, January 28, 2014 - 17:42 Editor’s note: If the Palestinian struggle has taught us one thing, it is not to forget, to remember, to retell our stories of resistance over and over again. And it might be that Egypt’s revolutionary voices have hit a point, where remembering, revising and retelling is at the epicenter of their resistance. In this spirit, we asked Philip Rizk to use this space to retell his story of the revolution, as he wrote it in 2012.
Another promise to be fulfilled

Another promise to be fulfilled

By Omar Robert Hamilton Tuesday, December 24, 2013 - 01:14 The light is different in Zeinhom. The narrow street, arching trees and gentle slope of one of Cairo’s only hills combine to soften the bright, direct light that casts the city in her familiar monochrome. The light comes at you at an angle. Maybe it’s the hill. Or maybe it’s because I only go to Zeinhom early in the morning, to go to the city morgue.
Everything was possible

Everything was possible

Saturday, August 17, 2013 - 22:26 by Omar Robert Hamilton I sit, for the 12th hour now, alone and struggling for what to do. For the first time since I got on a plane for Egypt on January 29, 2011, I am at a loss. Worse days than today lie ahead of us. We thought we could change the world. We know now that that feeling was not unique to us, that every revolutionary moment courses with the pulse of a manifest destiny.