Egypt - Return of the deep state

The Egypt thread's too long now. Let's kick off a new one.
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So over the past week Defence Minister Abdel Fattah Al-Sisi, the military ruler, and Interior Minister Mohammed Ibrahim, the top cop, evidently decided to put the young liberals who drove the 2011 uprising back in their box. Alaa Abdel Fattah and Ahmed Maher, two of Egypt's most famous youth activists, have been arrested along with at least 50 others who participated in protests against military rule in the past two weeks. It also looks like strings are going to be pulled to acquit the killers of Khaled Said on appeal - two cops who beat Said to death in the last weeks of Mubarak's regime while passers-by watched, which turned him into a symbol for the uprising against Mubarak. Just for the insult, the defence is saying that Said suffocated when he swallowed a bag of hashish. Egypt's media, which in most cases has very strong links to the military and businessmen who got fat under the old NDP, have been demonising the young liberals, calling them girly, lazy, stupid and so on.
I liked this bit in Mada Masr today. Excerpts, my bold.
Devastation is upon us
Omar Robert Hamilton
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What we do next will define the world to come. I don't know how we win. Not any more. I look to history and see only failure, only loss. We have never won. We have won battles, but never the war. I see the failed revolutions of 1848, the Spanish Revolution, Chile, Tehran, Oakland, Istanbul — moments of inspirational possibility. All crushed. Maybe it is loss that we should be measuring. How to — somehow — slow the devastation that lurks.
Why am I writing this? Because devastation is upon us. Mohamed Ibrahim and the Ministry of the Interior have been unleashed. First on the Brotherhood and now on the activists who — for better or worse — launched and sustained this revolution we were once all so in love with. This revolution that gave so many of us the best part of our identities. This revolution that is drowning.
For the police, it's about pride. The pride that's taken such a battering since January 28. Men with guns and leather jackets have very little else to hold on to. Their lives revolve around pain and fear. The more afraid you are, the stronger they become. And you can never be afraid enough to satisfy them.
And what's it about for us? A future less choked with certainty? I think that's all anyone's ever wanted out of this.
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The police are the cancer at the core of a rotten state. A state whose institutions all now conspire against her citizens. The unholy trinity of the ambulance service, the hospitals and the morgue; who hide the dead from parents, robbing them of even mourning. The prosecutor and the judiciary who hide away the prisoners from the lawyers and activists whose lives are spent on courthouse steps. The constitutional committee who would have you sent to a military court in a heartbeat. The media who would see the country burn. Each is as rotten as the other. Each wields their weapons against the people. But still the police go too far for some, for those who prefer to control through economics and class rather than shotguns and tear gas. The state — weak and rotten as it is — will fracture.
We too are divided. Now more than ever. We will never be as united as we were in the 18 Days. Unity is born of simplicity, and nothing is simpler than chanting "ir7al," saying no. But tyranny is upon us again. We do not need to agree on the details or what exactly comes next. We just need to say no.
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Somewhat encouragingly, there are signs that the unions are starting to stir - three big strikes in August, which were squashed through intimidation and bribes. But the state's power of intimidation is substantial, and there aren't that many workers left in the textile factories. And Moursi's disastrous year in power has left most Egyptians thinking that that is all they can expect from democracy - a corrupt beardy party-state - and so they're better off under a dictator.
By TE Lawrence, probably relevant to every revolution: "When we achieved and the new world dawned, the old men came out again and took our victory to remake in the likeness of the former world they knew. Youth could win, but had not learned to keep, and was pitiably weak against age. We stammered that we had worked for a new heaven and a new earth, and they thanked us kindly and made their peace."
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So over the past week Defence Minister Abdel Fattah Al-Sisi, the military ruler, and Interior Minister Mohammed Ibrahim, the top cop, evidently decided to put the young liberals who drove the 2011 uprising back in their box. Alaa Abdel Fattah and Ahmed Maher, two of Egypt's most famous youth activists, have been arrested along with at least 50 others who participated in protests against military rule in the past two weeks. It also looks like strings are going to be pulled to acquit the killers of Khaled Said on appeal - two cops who beat Said to death in the last weeks of Mubarak's regime while passers-by watched, which turned him into a symbol for the uprising against Mubarak. Just for the insult, the defence is saying that Said suffocated when he swallowed a bag of hashish. Egypt's media, which in most cases has very strong links to the military and businessmen who got fat under the old NDP, have been demonising the young liberals, calling them girly, lazy, stupid and so on.
I liked this bit in Mada Masr today. Excerpts, my bold.
Devastation is upon us
Omar Robert Hamilton
...
What we do next will define the world to come. I don't know how we win. Not any more. I look to history and see only failure, only loss. We have never won. We have won battles, but never the war. I see the failed revolutions of 1848, the Spanish Revolution, Chile, Tehran, Oakland, Istanbul — moments of inspirational possibility. All crushed. Maybe it is loss that we should be measuring. How to — somehow — slow the devastation that lurks.
Why am I writing this? Because devastation is upon us. Mohamed Ibrahim and the Ministry of the Interior have been unleashed. First on the Brotherhood and now on the activists who — for better or worse — launched and sustained this revolution we were once all so in love with. This revolution that gave so many of us the best part of our identities. This revolution that is drowning.
For the police, it's about pride. The pride that's taken such a battering since January 28. Men with guns and leather jackets have very little else to hold on to. Their lives revolve around pain and fear. The more afraid you are, the stronger they become. And you can never be afraid enough to satisfy them.
And what's it about for us? A future less choked with certainty? I think that's all anyone's ever wanted out of this.
...
The police are the cancer at the core of a rotten state. A state whose institutions all now conspire against her citizens. The unholy trinity of the ambulance service, the hospitals and the morgue; who hide the dead from parents, robbing them of even mourning. The prosecutor and the judiciary who hide away the prisoners from the lawyers and activists whose lives are spent on courthouse steps. The constitutional committee who would have you sent to a military court in a heartbeat. The media who would see the country burn. Each is as rotten as the other. Each wields their weapons against the people. But still the police go too far for some, for those who prefer to control through economics and class rather than shotguns and tear gas. The state — weak and rotten as it is — will fracture.
We too are divided. Now more than ever. We will never be as united as we were in the 18 Days. Unity is born of simplicity, and nothing is simpler than chanting "ir7al," saying no. But tyranny is upon us again. We do not need to agree on the details or what exactly comes next. We just need to say no.
_______
Somewhat encouragingly, there are signs that the unions are starting to stir - three big strikes in August, which were squashed through intimidation and bribes. But the state's power of intimidation is substantial, and there aren't that many workers left in the textile factories. And Moursi's disastrous year in power has left most Egyptians thinking that that is all they can expect from democracy - a corrupt beardy party-state - and so they're better off under a dictator.
By TE Lawrence, probably relevant to every revolution: "When we achieved and the new world dawned, the old men came out again and took our victory to remake in the likeness of the former world they knew. Youth could win, but had not learned to keep, and was pitiably weak against age. We stammered that we had worked for a new heaven and a new earth, and they thanked us kindly and made their peace."