Just to clarify
The story I am in the process of posting here on my blog is my personal account of how I got the hell out of Egypt. I am posting it because I have a lot of family and friends who want to know, and because if I have to explain it many more times I will explode.
The fact that I am now out of the country does not mean that things are over. The fact that I was in Egypt when these things happened is not important, except to the people who care about me. The fact that Hosni Mubarak and his partners in his dictatorial 30-year regime are clinging on to power in the face of a grassroots uprising to overthrow him is what is important. The lives of 80+ million Egyptians are important. I realize it must be difficult to feel compassion for an entire country when it is composed of tens of millions of people you have never met on the other side of the world, and who mainstream media sources depict as the Other. If you find it hard to grapple with that concept, then for my sake, please pray for the success and safety of the Egyptian people, without whose selflessness and courage in the face of chaos I would not be here to right this today.
That is not to say that I’m, you know, not at all traumatized by the things I experienced. I am. But it is not comforting to me to hear you reply, “at least it’s over.” I care about the fate of Egypt deeply, and it is not at all over.