Showing posts with label revolution. Show all posts
Showing posts with label revolution. Show all posts

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Intersecting revolutions -- this isn't the first time

It does not sound exactly logical that events in Egypt would affect a revolution in Hungary. What stretches the imagination all the further is that the same historical moment transformed life in Ma’adi.


The events of October 1956 show the historical precedent for the kind of interconnected change we watched unfold in the last two months. A dictator is overthrown in Tunisia, thus sparking the revolutionary zeal in Egypt, then the Gulf, Libya, and so on. Networks of information and ideas exchanged over the internet have undergirded much of that activity. So it appears that while the authoritarian regimes controlled so much of society, they could not stop the airwaves themselves, nor the movement of information through them.


Throughout the 1950s the Soviet Union was similarly unable to control information sent through the air. Where we have the internet today, Western powers used the radio to send pro-democracy messages into the Eastern Bloc.


For years Hungarians heard messages from Radio Free Europe, offering the hope of Western military support if they opposed the Soviet regime. The critical moment came on October 23 when students took to the streets of Budapest. Word of their protest quickly spread throughout the city, and soon more than 200,000 people had joined in.


They stormed parliament, demanding the end of the Soviet occupation, fair elections, and a free press. Two days later, Soviet tanks were upon them, opening fire and killing hundreds of demonstrators. The oppressive strong arm was not enough, though, as the revolution spread into the countryside. By October 28 the revolutionaries were swearing in a new government. In the span of a week the Hungarians had done the unthinkable -- toppled Soviet power, and established an independent government.


Then they waited, hopefully anticipating the Western military support that would confirm their revolution, and prevent the Soviets from returning for an evening bloodier offensive. However well-intentioned Western promises, neither they nor the Hungarian people anticipated Egypt would have its own revolutionary moment in the same week.


While Hungarians stormed parliament, Egyptian President Gamal Abdel Nasser nationalized the Suez Canal, taking a definitive stance against Western imperialism. Where the British and French might have otherwise aided Hungary, they set their focus on Egypt instead. On October 29, the day after Hungary established its new government, the British, French, and Israeli militaries invaded Egypt. One Hungarian leader later told Nasser, “You stole our revolution.”


Rather than successfully thwarting Soviet oppression, Hungary became a bloody example of what happened to states that balked at their control. By November 11, the Soviet Union once again controlled Hungary.


For Egypt, the moment was more transformational. When the British and French took action, they anticipated the United States’ support. After all, Nasser had shown his own Soviet-leaning sympathies, so it appeared that the Cold War balance would swing in their favor.


U.S. leadership saw it differently. Wanting to avoid Soviet involvement in the Middle East, they sided with Nasser, and demanded that the foreign armies withdraw. To Britain’s chagrin, the loss of the Suez Canal marked the their empire’s setting sun. After Egypt, British power continued to fall throughout Africa and Asia.


This post-colonial turn not only altered Egypt’s position on an international scale, but also deeply affected the personal lives of those living within Egypt at the time. Throughout the nineteenth and early-twentieth century, Egypt and especially the cities of Cairo and Alexandria had been cosmopolitan hubs. Foreigners from throughout the Mediterranean, Near East, and Europe made homes for themselves there.


Ma’adi was a product of Cairo’s cosmopolitan past. In addition to the Egyptians and Britons living there, its residents hailed from Italy, Greece, Germany, France, Austria, and throughout the Levant. While these various nationalities appear to have coexisted fairly harmoniously in peacetime, their neighborly ties were quickly threatened during periods of global conflict. During the first and second World Wars, for instance, Ma’adi residents saw the homes of Italian and German neighbors quickly become “enemy property.”


So when Britain, France and Israel threatened Egypt, Nasser turned his eye on the British, French and Jewish populations within his borders. He ordered the repatriation of all British and French nationals -- some of whom had lived in Egypt for centuries. The Jewish population was not ordered to leave, but was increasingly targeted by oppressive moves, so that the majority elected to leave.


For a place like Ma’adi, which was home to so many foreigners, its demography was transformed. Stores were shuttered, never to open again. Homes were abandoned, and then sequestered by the government. The synagogue went from being a center of Jewish social life, to a relic of a largely forgotten past.


While Ma’adi remains a haven for expatriates today, 1956 marked the end of an era where Europeans made long-term homes for themselves in Cairo. The gap left by European repatriation was largely filled by Americans. These new residents came with a more itinerant agenda--coming to Cairo for several years, but then leaving again for a new post or to return to their country of origin.


We still see remnants of pre-1956 Ma’adi when walking through the neighborhood. The abandoned villa on the corner of Roads 83 and 14, for instance, was once a lovely home with a large garden. Now it stands as a kind of decaying monument to Ma’adi’s former existence. It is physical proof of a historical change that was at once intensely local, and wholly global.


An inestimable number of lives were changed by the nationalization of the Suez Canal. It marked a new era in national politics -- claiming a renewed role for Egypt as a regional leader. It dispersed European and Jewish populations throughout the world, and it simultaneously dealt a crushing blow to Hungarians’ dreams for democracy.


We have all just lived through a similar turning point in Egypt’s history. I am writing this article, however, not from Ma’adi, but from Oxford, England, where I evacuated to in early February -- creating yet another link between Egypt and the world. Like those Ma’adi residents of 1956, our individual movements into and out of Egypt, the mobilization of local and foreign military power, and the movements of democratic messages through the airwaves are all part of the story. Once again, a revolution in Egypt is a deeply personal, national, and global event.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Revolutions Roundtable, a cento

A cento based on the notes I took during a roundtable on the revolutions in the Middle East, hosted by the Middle East Centre at St. Antony’s College, Oxford.


I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the rhythms of life -- from day to night, and back again, from one season to another. A revolution also implies a cyclical movement. The long hand of the clock, for instance, makes one revolution in an hour, and then begins again. Recollecting my notes this way started to shed some light on the rhythm of the Arab world’s revolutions, or at least the pace of our discussions of them. There are the parallels between Tunisia and Egypt, the new vision for the region, and the two lingering questions -- what comparisons can we make? and what about Israel? Our thoughts about these events continue running in these currents. I wonder what these patterns really mean.


17 Feb 2011

Introductions

Tunisia

Egypt’s Tahrir Square, labor movement

Strategy

Turkey

Israel


Tunisia set the bar

successful - ?

# of old regime in the new

3,000 monitoring the internet

Rise of criminality, wave of emigration

Italy

Tourist sector --> collapsed

Parliamentary system or presidential - ?

5th Republic, France

political exiles return

Islamists to Marxists

Free press functioning

Algeria & Morocco

“anything could happen anywhere after Mubarak’s fall”

president, army - Algeria’s separate fronts

Morocco’s political stasis

“But not the kind of stasis you had in Egypt.”

Next six months, the least secure


Precedent in Egypt -

Political and artistic expression

25 Jan. - 11 Feb.

Football - nationalist expression given new meaning

National unity apart from Mubarak

cross and crescent

mass in Tahrir, victims of 31 Dec. bombing

humor, Egyptian identity

history of Opposition

politicized Militias

children leading chants

cultural revival for the last 10 years

Museum of the Revolution

Upper Egypt’s traditional dances

“The people became the guardians of Egyptian-ness”


Labor strikes continued

defying army, pro-democracy demonstrators

Media, governments downplay labor

focus on Muslim Brotherhood, youth movement

15 years of labor activism continues

Brotherhood in Parliament

more Party than opposition movement

losing peasant, worker support

joined labor movement, late-1990s

Most grassroots movement was the workers

April 6 movement saw this

Divide between labor and youth continues


“new face of the Arab world”

awakening

new “End of History”

ends perspective - Arab world as staid, incompatible w/democracy

Secular, focused on ‘dignity

government initiated attack on Copts

Needs ongoing unity

change of strategic environment

! - Revolutions in US-ally states --> ‘moderate’ states

Egypt’s foreign policy - ?

Gaza blockade

support for Iraq war

Restoring Egypt’s regional role

emphasizing “national” interests

Opportunity

Israeli “revolution” - paving way for lasting peace

Haaretz’ positive coverage

US follow-through, human rights emphasis

partnership, not aid dependency


Turkey - acute sense of analogies

Rightly predicted Egypt

demand they listen to people

Mubarak couldn’t die in office

Changes in policy

“democratic instincts”

“Turkish Model”

army guarding civilian democracy

soft Islamist take over

Turkey and Iran - solidarity?


Israeli self-image

“island of democracy in sea of authoritarianism”

hasn’t supported Arab democracy

Outsider

Ashkenazi elite, Ben-Gurion

preference for Arab dictators

unnecessary wars

“Israel is the penis through which the imperialists piss on the Arab world,” allegedly Ben-Gurion

1979 peace --> defense budget from 30 to 8 per cent GDP

Israel belligerent

Mubarak - peace treaty sub-contractor

Fear of Iran, 1979

Binary vision

dictator/Islamists

No lasting peace w/o Arab democracy, Netanyahu

Should see opportunity

hard-wired not to see friends.



Saturday, February 12, 2011

More than a Revolution

In 1952 there was a revolution. By 1956 the entire demography of Egypt had changed, as foreigners and Jews were forced out of their homes, businesses were nationalized, and land was redistributed.


When Gamal Abdel Nasser and the rest of the Free Officers movement toppled King Farouk’s government, they were celebrated for ushering in a new era of Egyptian history -- an Egypt to finally be ruled by Egyptians, one that would no longer cow to western pressure. Hosni Mubarak was part of the movement. An Air Force pilot who would rise among the ranks of the new power structure, and become its leader after the assassination of Anwar Sadat.


Why did the celebrated revolution of 1952 end in successive waves of terror? How can Egypt today be guarded against repeating its history?


In comparing the Russian and French revolution, historian Arno Mayer examines the relationship between revolution and terror. He argues that after the height of regime change, the revolutionary fervor often descends into violence, terror, and fury. When viewed this way, a revolution becomes a cycle, rather than a decisive break. There is hopeful celebration, and yet as a new state emerges, it is not free from the battling the same pressures to resume authoritarian rule that it had once fought against. The word revolution, after all, means to move around in a circle.


Egypt today continues its rightful celebration. Mubarak is gone -- something few would have imagined even a month ago. Whatever the spirit that toppled Mubarak from Tahrir Square, and Egypt’s other public spaces -- that is not the only revolutionary impulse that I hope wins the day in Egypt.


At least two kinds of solidarity formed over the last 18 days -- the vocal and public movement for democracy in city squares, as well as the more subtle banding together of neighbors and communities in defense of their homes. The combination of these two movements has led Egypt peacefully into regime change.


If Egypt is to avoid the cycle of revolution into fury and terror, then it has to continue to remain vigilant on both of these fronts. A public demand for democracy must continue, but people must also remain vigilant in the personal relationship to the state. Now that they know they can defend and support themselves, let them also defend themselves against the encroachment of new state power so that Egyptians will refuse to bend to state violence in the name of ‘security.’


Hopefully this will more than a revolution in Egypt, but a transformation.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Beit al-Umma

We walked past the former home of Saad Zaghloul on what would have otherwise been a beautiful Friday afternoon. Zaghloul was a nationalist leader in the 1910s, and a figurehead in the 1919 Revolution against the British. This house -- about a mile south of Tahrir Square -- was known as ‘Beit al-Umma’ (Home of the Nation) during the British occupation, and has become an enduring symbol of Egyptian national pride. Walking past it on January 28 was a strange sort of historical crossroads. Here was a carefully preserved site of protest against oppression, and as I turned the corner, I watched as Egyptians crowded the streets, shouting as riot police fired rubber bullets and propelled tear gas at them.


A group of us took the Metro that afternoon to Zaghloul station -- the last stop before the Metro bypassed the Sadat and Nasser stations, which fed downtown. We planned to offer some medical assistance to the demonstrators. We were supposed set up shop in an apartment nearby, and offer water, oil, antiseptic, and other remedies for those affected by the tear gas and rubber bullets.


I was drawn nearer downtown for a complex set of reasons. When we woke up that morning the internet was no longer working, and by mid-morning our cell phones were glorified pocket watches. Our only source of information was now satellite television, and landline telephones. Being cut off from information made me want to see what was happening with my own eyes.


As a foreigner, however, it did not feel right to join in the actual protests. Whatever my frustrations with the Mubarak regime, whatever my love for Egypt and its people, this did not feel like my fight. Moreover, foreigners were discouraged from participating because the government often used their presence to discredit popular uprisings. The chance to offer medical assistance seemed like the only reasonable excuse to go. If there was a chance I could help, without joining in the actual demonstrations, I wanted to be there.


When we turned that corner past Beit Al-Umma, it was clear that things were more intense than we had anticipated. The building we were supposed to use was probably 100 feet from the crowd of demonstrators. The boab (porter) wanted nothing to do with us, insisting that we leave. While we stood in the stairwell arguing with him, the riot police pushed back the crowds with a wave of rubber bullets and tear gas.


Suddenly the building’s ground floor flooded with people, clamoring to get up the stairs and escape the tear gas. The gas came with them, wafting up the stairs. We all covered our faces. We grabbed supplies and attempted to offer whatever assistance we could.


I worked as a sort of gopher -- grabbing cotton, kleenex, water, or antiseptic and taking them downstairs. I took a handkerchief from one of the bags, doused it in water and tied it around my face so that I could keep moving without also succumbing to the effects of the tear gas.


The gas takes over your sinuses. First it singes the back of your throat, and then, just as you feel the sensation of breathing it in, your eyes begin to burn. I heard a rumor that someone with severe asthma died from exposure to it -- I can’t confirm the report, but it does not surprise me.


In my memory now, the ground floor is a brightly colored blur, punctuated by faces. A man who had been shot just below his nose with a rubber bullet, and his friend applying ice and antiseptic. A middle-aged woman who staggered to stand and cried out to the people around her. A girl asking me for ‘Kleenex.’ A man, looking exhausted, face red and tear-stained. A little boy, perhaps the boab’s son, who told me his name was Ahmed.


As the riot police continued to bear down on the protestors, the wave of people seemed to dissipate. We saw some new faces after that first group left, but for the most part the crowd thinned. When we realized how close the police were to the front door, we started to fear for our own safety.


The women in our group took cover in an apartment. We could peer down from the bedroom and watch the police draw nearer and nearer. The men, meanwhile, were stuck on a sort of landing outside one of the building's windows.


The police entered the building. We held our breath, unsure of what would happen next. The ramifications of being arrested... I couldn’t think about it. If they tried to arrest the men, what would we do? What could we do? You couldn’t stay inside. Had we endangered this family that had so kindly protected us? I prayed.


Thankfully the police told us to leave. One of the men came to get us from the apartment, we quickly grabbed our things, and made our way back to the street.


I have no idea how long we were there. It probably wasn’t more than an hour. I remember standing, staring at the front door after the last wave of the protestors returned to the street, looking at the blue floor now littered with footprints. There was a sense of awe that escapes words. Perhaps it was an overwhelming sense of possibility -- that the possibility of change had been exhibited right before our eyes.


We walked back to the metro, turning the corner once again at Beit al-Umma. I could not think of a more fitting place to watch Egypt rise up against oppression once again.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

History of the day-to-day, and the night-to-night

The New Yorker recently published an article about how Ma'adi remained largely unaffected by the events that have unfolded in the last week. I appreciate the author's point -- that the areas outside of town had an entirely different experience than that of Tahrir Square. In the article she discusses a variety of encounters -- a young French girl who has kept a "revolution journal," a group of Egyptian men sipping tea and describing many of the events as an American conspiracy fuelled by journalists, and finally a British couple who said nothing had happened in Ma'adi. She describes a Ma'adi theme of "passive compassion."

If the author means that Ma'adi was passive because residents did not actively participate in the demonstrations, then she is only marginally correct. I know several residents who went downtown to participate, or to deliver medical supplies, food and drink to the those protesting. Many of the foreigners did not want to actively join in the action, because they knew the government would try to discredit the movement if it appeared littered with too many foreign faces. I went near downtown myself, attempting to deliver water, antispetic and other medical supplies to the demonstrators on Friday, Jan. 29. (something I'll elaborate on later)

More than that, the article fails to capture that while Ma'adi remained quiet during the day, by nightfall it would transform. Neighborhood militias formed after that first Friday of demonstrating, when Mubarak called off the police force. Armed with clubs, tent stakes, some firearms, and even a bow and arrow, men quickly organized to defend their homes. They erected barricades and stopped cars attempting to pass through their streets after curfew. Part of the reason Ma'adi has been especially quiet in the mornings is because the entire schedule of one's day changed -- as people stayed vigilant at night, and slept at odd hours in order to be ready to stay up the next night. All of these events are worth more detailed posts. What I am struck by after reading this article, however, is that you cannot accurately assess the life of a place in the morning -- that the rhythm of night and day has to be taken into account.

Ma'adi residents rose quickly to defend the lives they were used to, and were quite desperate to return to some sense of normalcy. Perhaps part of the reason that British couple said nothing had happened in Ma'adi, was because they, like so many of their neighbors wanted things to go back to the seeming comfort of the lives they knew before. In that desire, they had not fully realized the significance of their own actions -- that whatever becomes normal as these events continue to unfold, will never be quite like it was before Jan. 25. They also have to realize that their desire for normalcy, if they are not careful, would also entail the return of Mubarak to power. Perhaps more and more of us will consider carefully the changes that have occurred in our daily lives, and see them as experiences of what remains hope for positive change.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Police Day Rumors, 25 Jan. 2011

Momentum started building in Egypt shortly after Ben ‘Ali stepped down in Tunisia. Both within and outside of the country -- the subheads in foreign newspapers commented on the potential for a similar movement in Egypt, students started organizing themselves on facebook and twitter.

The majority of Egyptians do not have a ‘weekend’ in the way that westerners are accustomed to. Most of them only have one day a week off -- Friday. Given the six day work week, any additional government or religious holiday is especially precious. So Police Day (Jan. 25) was a fitting day for the movement to begin in Egypt because everyone was available. It also allowed Egyptians to capitalize on the growing momentum on a Tuesday, rather than having to wait until the following Friday. The question was, would the protest actually happen? And would it actually make any difference?

In Ma’adi that day, things were quiet. It seemed like any other day. We heard rumors that things were going to get started, but by late morning we had yet to hear any reports of demonstrations. I had dinner that night with a woman at a boutique hotel in Ma’adi -- the Villa Belle Epoque. Stepping through the hotel’s gate is like entering a time warp -- two villas beautifully restored to the look and feel of the 1920s. They have a carefully manicured garden, and a decor intricately constructed to give the impression of another era in Egypt’s history.

Part of what fascinates me about Ma’adi’s history is that with all of its villas, gardens, and tree-lined streets -- it speaks of people in the early-twentieth century who imagined a very different future for Egypt than what unfolded in the latter half of the century. The Villa Belle Epoque captures that sentiment, sending guests back to a period where life was about going to the sporting club, playing golf in the desert, riding a bicycle around the neighborhood, and being largely removed from the events downtown.

While much of that initial charm is hard to find, on Jan. 25 in Maadi, one was still largely removed from the events downtown. I sat there with my friend, having dinner in an otherwise empty, but lavish dining room. Her father and uncle own the hotel, and while we discussed the family business and her plans for the future, things downtown were starting to heat up. When I mentioned rumors of the demonstrations, my friend was skeptical. She had gone through downtown that morning without seeing or hearing anything. If anything, things were especially quiet.

What did circulate throughout Ma’adi were the rumors. By about 5:30 p.m. word spread that 50,000 people were demonstrating downtown. You would not have known to walk through our streets. It seemed that as the action increased downtown, Maadi got proportionately quieter and quieter.

By Thursday afternoon, however, the traffic was unusually heavy. I had taken the bus to the American University in Cairo (AUC), where my archives are, and the trip home was unusually bumpy. One friend said she had tried to drive to Hedayeq al-Ma’adi, a neighborhood just north of Ma’adi, and had to turn back because she was simply sitting in traffic without moving. Maybe it was just an unusually bad rush hour, we thought. After all, it is a Thursday afternoon.

When Friday came around, the traffic subsided, and the quiet turned to something more eerie.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Dishwashing Debate: the Impact of Tunisia

It must have been the Saturday after Ben ‘Ali stepped down in Tunisia, because Mike had just returned from taking his students on a tour of Islamic Cairo. I was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, and he walked in to get a snack. He asked me if I had been following the news in Tunisia, and what my thoughts were.


We have a lot of conversations like these while one or both of us is doing the dishes. In Cairo I live with a couple -- Mike, a history professor at the American University in Cairo, and his wife Marty. They are like parent-friends to me, an ideal combination that makes living in their home the experience of community that is not quite biological family, but something very close to it. Given this setting, the mundane events of the day -- like doing the dishes -- often become the context for some of my most engaging conversations in Cairo.


What sticks out to me about this particular day was that Mike had talked to his students about the events in Tunisia, and told me that one of them quickly commented that he hoped the same thing would happen in Egypt. Mike and I were both skeptical. Could the same thing happen in our midst? After all, Tunisia had a smaller population, a proportionately larger middle class, and a general populace that was far more educated. If they had the ‘right’ ingredients for a revolution, it seemed Egypt had the deck stacked against it -- a populace bursting at the seems, massive disparity of wealth, and embarrassingly bad educational standards. So many westerners (to his credit, Mike has never been among them), claim that if real democracy were allowed in Egypt, the country would only have it once -- and then descend into an Islamist regime.


We were wrong about so many things. Why didn’t we realize that there were millions standing between Mubarak and another form of authoritarian rule? Whatever the outcome of the events going on in Egypt today, we cannot forget that the people demonstrating have stood for a peaceful transition of power, for a constitutional government, for their basic human rights. While Muslims have kneeled together to pray each day, Christians have stood guard around them.


That student’s comment speaks to all of this, however unexpectedly. AUC is a school for Egypt’s wealthiest. I’ve talked to study abroad students who don’t describe the student body there so much as Egyptian, but as a cosmopolitan blend. It would seem that their upper-class identity far removes them from the concerns faced by their fellow-nationals, and that while foreigners might identify them all as ‘Egyptian’ -- the class differences are so rigid, that they do not actually share a cohesive sense of nationalism. I certainly was among the ranks of skeptical outsiders who did not perceive a common thread that moved across Egypt.


I think, however, that I neglected to realize how the shared oppression under Mubarak’s ongoing and invasive gaze, and the violent reach of the state’s arm would shape a camaraderie that could overcome the barriers of class, confessional, ethnic, and even gender difference. Perhaps Tunisia sparked something -- it instilled a hope, shed light on that shared experience, and gave Egyptians something to respond to together, as a nation.


Around this same time -- in those days just after Ben ‘Ali stepped down, I had a conversation with someone who said that even if Egyptians were inspired by the events in Tunisia, they weren’t ‘ready’ for that kind of change. I think I probably nodded my head in cautious agreement when I heard that. But was does ‘ready’ mean? Is anyone ever ‘ready’ for a revolution?


Looking back on it, I think there was plenty of cultural evidence that Egypt was more ready than we imagined. Art, films, literature have all been subtly resisting censors for years. In December I went to the Cairo Film Festival’s showing of Microphone, a film about Alexandrian musicians who fought to perform their music for the greater public. Through jazz, rap, and even a curious female band that masked their eyes, rather than their hair and faces, they resisted the state’s demands that their voices go unheard. I left the theater with a sense of hope, quite inspired by the whole thing. Part of the film was about needing to stay in Egypt and perform, because that was the only way to affect change.


That kind of palpable commitment to Egypt was more widespread than I had realized. Certainly that commitment to democracy and freedom for Egypt lived and breathed in Cairo University, and among the students who spearheaded the initial demonstrations. Their activity spoke across society, and continues to. They continue to emphasize peaceful resistance, knowing that a violent reaction is just the excuse Mubarak is looking for, and that they need the international community’s ongoing support. All of them know Mubarak’s language, they have all lived with the same anxieties -- and it seems to have provided the basis for reacting together. Hopefully it will go a step further, and the basis for a transformed state in Egypt.


In part, I suppose I’m trying to answer a question that keeps repeating in my mind -- how did we not see this all coming? I keep thinking of 1956, where in the fallout from the Suez Canal Crisis, Gamal Abdel Nasser forced all British and French residents of Egypt to repatriate. This deeply impacted Ma’adi, which had then, as today, a large population of foreigners. Despite the anti-colonial tenor of the period, Nasser’s order appears to have taken everyone (foreigners and Egyptians) by surprise. Egypt had been demanding independence from the British for more than 30 years at that point -- did the Britons there really never think they could be sent home?


For the foreigners who lived and continue to live through the events in Egypt today, won’t the future ask of us - did you really not see this coming? Did you really not think that after 30 years of authoritarian rule, the people would know the kind of rhetoric, the kind of movement that would bring Mubarak to his knees? At this point, I am quite happily humbled by the events I have seen transpire before my eyes.