Posts Tagged ‘Police brutality’


Of course they are.. Stands to reason after decades of forced-behavior that at some point we will all unanimously decide to crawl back into our holes.

They’re trying to spin so many stories to get you to forget what it felt like in the beginning.. in Tahrir…  What it tasted like.. Freedom.

While all the while… Distract.. Sidetrack.. Divide & Conquer..

A simple formula that works time and again on us Egyptians. If the message is decorated with enough attractive words, Egyptians will follow any ‘cause’ mindlessly for a while.

Economy, sectarianism, security, with the Council? Against the Council? Yes? No? et cetera.. et cetera to the end of the endless list of non-sensicals that we are bombarded with without due fact-checking or corroboration, only to weave through our lines, dividing us, like cracks in an earthquake. Either cause we’re tired, either coz we no longer believe it possible.. as the dark has once again begun to usurp the light, or cause they found out how to get us to get scared again.

Little explosions in the media, like Trojan horses are used to distract your free line of thinking, block thought and occupy it, and coat poisonous objectives:

To the extent of using God and Absolute Truth in arguments as if speaker holds a franchise and is ‘God’s voice’ sent to us mortals

The rise of the media-borne SAFC-inspired notion that getting the wheels of industry & the economy turning is threatened by legitimate demands and calls to prosecute the corrupt and purge bodies and institutions from those parasites

Delay in implementing a systemic methodology of assessing corruption and dealing with its remains, allowing for this randomness in prosecution and creating escape routes for the corrupt that have the ability to put on the cloak of the revolution

A media still far from objectivity and balance with elements still clearly pursuing an agenda that attempts to preserve and polish and sympathize with the cancer-like corrupt symbols of the old regime

Sectarian incidents and this production of looming fear of clashes between Salafis and Copts

Delays in tracking smuggled funds and embezzled sums allowing for their safe transfer and reducing chances of Egyptians ever seeing that money again or anyone being indicted over them

Distract.. Sidetrack.. Divide & Conquer.. A simple formula that works time and again on us Egyptians.

We have to stop lunging randomly and learn to focus our energies in a systematic way, to actually achieve documented steps, for a long-term plan to emerge, as we build steps upon steps upon..

Seems us Egyptians by default are always looking for a Pharoah to place on a pedestal of divinity, or a devil to blame for all their failures, guilt and shame- all in an attempt to escape carrying any responsibility of our own, or facing any situation or ourselves.

Mubarak’s corruption was indescribable; under his late rule Egypt rose amongst the countries with cancer prevalence through radiation-poisoned food and dumps in secret sites all over Egypt. Egyptians started getting kidney failure from the water, which in some places became closer to sewage, even though Egypt is historically known to be ‘the Gift of the Nile’. Appalling education, health services, pensions, employment rates, wages, rights, justice, and the list is endless…

He managed in 30 years to instill a sense of individualism, a selfish bible for Egyptians to live by, with every line written in the blood of the oppressed and the tears of the victimized.

This individualism, or amplified dog-eat-dog driving philosophy, was there at the core of governance and thus translated in turn into all the little details in our lives, from ministers stealing billions and millions of acres of the land our grandfathers died freeing, down to those that would cut you off on the road, even though the path ahead of them is blocked, just so no one gets served before they do, down to the clerk demanding a bribe, all the way down to the poor folks throwing elbows and fighting for their lives to get on that bus… it’s the law of the jungle that they tried to have us live by.. Scarcity & Survival & How Low You’re Willing to Go… the law of the jungle that we naturally gravitated away from when given our freedom and liberty to choose in Tahrir.

SAFC doing some 'explaining'...

Egypt since Jan25 has been at a tug-of-war against the pillars of corruption remaining from the old regime. Every time the righteous inch the flag on the rope a notch closer towards the Egypt we dream of, those who hold the strings burn another card, another mask falls, and the distance to the day where every institution and body in Egypt will purge and rid itself of the cancerous, gets shorter. It is important to start with all the positions of power that hold a great deal of influence over the general population’s lives and livelihoods. Like the judiciary, the police, the Prosecutor General’s office, the Forensic medicine Authority. And anyone else that is involved with representing or defending or making a judgment in people’s rights or ongoing court cases.

State media and the media in general has to both be transparent and trust-worthy and respectful of people’s intelligence and demands, and not just an authoritarian mouthpiece now serving the SAFC instead of Mubarak.

As it is unimaginable that if left to the corrupt, that these bodies would be expected to dish out justice when they are a part of the corrupt team opposing the people.

Let’s take the police for example..

Why is there a rise again in the number of ‘police victims’?! Is it actually possible to turn this security arm around and believe that it can embrace another faith than the one they’ve been brought up on all their lives? Even the kids who are in the Police Academy now, the trouble they went through, the bribes to get in, all these kids ever grew up dreaming of was becoming like those corrupt cops, with unquestioned authority and irreproachable actions and words! I don’t believe it is hard to find out who the ‘good’ cops are.. it’s just that the collective leadership doesn’t want to.. What are they going to do with a ½ a million or more terminated cops?

But unless we face facts, the corrupt cops will slip an act of vendetta here or there against anything it feels injurious to their umm pride, or reminiscent of the days of the thawra. Or worse still, they would destroy any hopes of cleaning up this principal security arm.

Can the army not physically train ½ a million unemployed Law graduates to incrementally substitute the cops terminated? Of course the ultimate message to drive home in the training would be to respect human rights and change the face of this security arm as well as its heart.

And I say face before heart, because right now the people need to feel that the police are partners in the revolution and not some foe, as some cops still clearly think, and they need that to translate to their everyday lives- so no rudeness or arbitrary arrests, or torture-to-deaths.. Because the face is seen and sensed while the heart may still remain obscured.

Hell why stop there? Why not open up a forum to suggestions to improve the efficiency and image of Police? Instituting a monitoring body over precincts? Giving police heroes leading roles? Amnesty for those who have a real change of heart and spill the beans on all the forms of corruption they encountered in their days?

Why the hell is the interim government [primarily concerned with plugging holes and making sure nothing falls apart and that institutions function smoothly] announcing the highest budget in Egypt’s history??! Why is Minister Radwan accepting Billions left, right and center? Does he not understand the destructive effects of interest and debt? Why start off our New Egypt with DEBT? In fact, more debt to exponenti-ate the existing one such that a nation can never climb out of this hole and has to constantly provide more concessions: privatizing its successful national industries, abolishing tariffs on international products such that they can compete with [and totally substitute] local products in the name of ‘free trade’, then basically from there everything goes to shit.. education, healthcare, all services- unless of course you exist above the line of poverty in the ‘elite’ 10% that ‘own’ the rest..

Why is Finance Minister Radwan trying to find a way to ‘legitimize’ the sanadeeq khasa [private chests] that were a swindle by government sectors and accounted for round 80% of Egypt’s income and yet were divided privately amongst government officials without ever being entered into the state budget? If this sanadeeq khasa system isn’t brought down [even on principle alone] then the probability that the same swindlers that used to manage these boxes/chests to the benefit of the ‘few’ will simply continue to do so. Eliminate this farce and if you need to ‘swindle’ us poor Egyptians out of more money then at least create a transparent system whereby we feel that our money is contributing to the wellbeing of all Egyptians, and such chests should have extremely strict guidelines to avoid history repeating itself.

Why is Spain allowing Hussein Salem to PULL A MUBARAK?

Why was the ruling that Mubarak and his wife’s name be removed from public institutions overturned?

Why is the SAFC trying to produce a legislation to ‘REGULATE’ media, including digital media and blogs and online presence. Is it possible that if someone writes a status update that rubs the SAFC the wrong way, then they would be called in by the Military Prosecutor? Why are yet more journalists being summoned by the Military Prosecutor again to face and answer to charges concerning freedom of speech?!

Why are SS officers slowly being reintroduced to previous positions of power?!

Another thing I wonder about sometimes in the wake of this ‘digital revolution’, is why hasn’t some techi made an online forum, a virtual Tahrir, where professors in every sector can teach people their rights and responsibilities? Quench their thirst? Else don’t blame anybody for returning to the bad habits they’ve been taught..

Why are we surprised that slowly everything is starting to look and feel the same? We breathed clean air for some days but we didn’t put all that oxygen to the best use yet.

But there’s always hope.. and as the saying goes.. Anything is possible in Egypt…

We Deserve Better ! Believe It !

el kab

As i was returning home to my mom’s place in makram ebeid .. i got stopped at a checkpoint in front of rab3a.. the mokhber stopped the cab asked for my id and then told the cab to park on the side and then asked me to step out & started strip searching me in the middle of the street then i stopped him when I felt that the search had turned more to a form of degradation than an actual search to find anything illegal or weapons [I allowed him to feel up my socks, refused to take off my shoes, and when he touched the top button on my jeans I almost flipped and that caused him to direct his attention elsewhere].. he turned to my laptop soon as he was busy with that I turned around and walked up to the uniformed officer with 2 stars [daboortein] stood in the aisle in the middle of Autostrade.

‘Hadrettak, yenfa3 el byehsal da?’ [Sir, do you think what is happening to me proper?] – which actually seems to be the one count of blasphemy on my part

The officer gave my ID a once-over and noted that i lived a couple of streets down from the checkpoint & that my ID said I was a medical student..

‘You a doctor Islam?’

‘No.. for years now i’ve had one last final to sit to graduate but i chose not to as i got into media since 4th year’ as i pulled out my business card which stated that i was managing a website in a prestigious business tower..

To which the young officer clad in white with a black beret branding the famous nesr [eagle] threw his left arm over my shoulder and asked

‘Olli bsaraha ya Islam.. enta shareb haga?’ [Islam, tell me honestly have you had anything to drink?]

To this I replied frankly and casually that I had a couple of beers earlier in the night.. Nothing wrong with that I thought..

The officer then yelled to a very young officer clad in civilian clothes..

‘Mustafa Beh, come take Islam away as the stench of beer coming from him is choking me and making me unable to breathe’

To which the young Mabaheth [CID] officer just motioned towards me and clutched at my elbow and directed me to one of those new police jeeps that look like the MP ones but are police blue instead of the more-military sandy colored ones..

‘Get in’

‘Ya basha hadrettak shaklak ebn nas w zouq, fa 2akeed mayerdiksh elli byehsal dah?!’ [Sir, you look like you come from a good family and have been raised well, I’m sure you cannot condone what is happening to me here?!]

‘Get in the back of the buks’

‘Can I just get my laptop then?’

Went collected my laptop & paid the cabdriver and went and sat in the back of the buks as ordered.. I sat there for over 2 hours and for the duration I watched the mukbireen [detectives] stopping any private car or cab with ‘young’ middleclass men [mid 20s to mid 30s] and strip searching them as well and searching their cars.. I reckon my mistake, as I was the only young man detained, was the fact that I spoke out to ask if this was acceptable.. reminds me of a not-so-distant past..

Call it the conspiracy theorist in me, or my wild imagination yet the more I sat at the back of that buks.. the more apparent it became that this ‘checkpoint’ was targeting any young male that may ‘look’ like he was the type of guy that would’ve been protesting in Tahrir. It was so reminiscent of the days of the revolution when Military Police would pick off isolated protesters for carrying a camera, using it, or simply because they looked like the educated middle-class that the powers that be felt were the driving force behind what was happening in Tahrir.

‘Yalla Lem’ [Come on pack it up] said the officer

Apparently they weren’t just happy having me sit in the back of a buks for hours.. we were actually going to a police precinct now.

Panicking I made a few desperate phonecalls and someone I called must have woken up my mom and let her know I was being taken to 2nd precinct.. She called, asked & I confirmed.

On the way to the precinct, the mokhber or ameen el shorta [police personnel] driving was playing a fun game on Nasr City’s 4am deserted streets.. He would accelerate real fast.. then slam on the brakes all of a sudden hurling me all the way across the back to slam into the back of their cabin. On about the 7th time, right in front of Nsr City’s 2nd precinct, he slammed on the brakes [and me] one final time, and I lost my grip on my phone and it slammed too and bounced out of the buks a few meters behind ..the screen was totally shattered..[not the most major of my concerns but pissy just the same]..

Once inside I was led up to the second floor containing the Mabaheth [Criminal Investigations Dept. CID] where I was taken to an empty room & told to sit and wait for the young mabaheth officer, that I had pleaded with, to come and write his report against me for me being intoxicated [mahdar sokr].

According to my limited legal knowledge you can only be charged with mahdar sokr if: A it’s a DUI,[Drunk n drivin], B. if you’re stopped with an open bottle of alcohol. As far as my knowledge goes, even if you are in possession of alcohol, but the bottle/can is still sealed, then you cannot be prosecuted.

‘Well that’s easy’ I thought.. I had no alcohol on me to begin with.. so what the hell was that young officer going to write in his report?!!

Then my youngest aunt walks in.. followed by my mom in tears.. the sight of her made me wish I were dead, the way she was in pieces at 4 something in the morning..

Whatever the stooges at the precinct said from then on I just shut up [hateit gazma f bo2i] and just nodded agreement, to expedite the end of this whole fiasco and remove my mom from such a situation..

My aunt & my mom were allowed to stay in the room I was in to wait for the officer.

Some time later the young mabaheth officer [Mustafa Mansour] arrived and we all walked out to the corridor to try and get him to reconsider [reconsider what?!!! I had done nothing illegal!!!].. to which in his superior benevolence he directed his words at me..

‘Bos ba2a, 3aref law kan 7ad gheir ommak geh 3ashan yetkalem 3ashanak, kont bardu ha7bessak w awadeek el niyyaba’ [Look here, had it been any other person other than your mom that had come to speak on your behalf I would’ve still sent you to jail and to the criminal prosecutor’s office]
‘7atta law kan waldak benafsu elli gah…’ [even if your father himself had come…]

‘Allah yerhamu’ [God rest his soul.. I volunteered to indirectly tell him that my father had passed.. that he’s between God’s hands.. and as a sort of plea not to go there..]

‘Allah yerhamu’ he echoed, ‘even if Allah yerhamu had come to me in person I would have told him that you didn’t know how to raise your son, so I’m going to set him straight for you]

7atta lw Allah yerhamu kan geh kont ha2ollo enu ma3refshi yerabbi ebnu, wana ba2a 7a3raf arabih!

This is coming from a young officer, younger than me, talking about my deceased father, and insulting him in front of my mom who is already in tears..

I was furious

Yet I also knew that if I opened my mouth in retaliation this immature prick would probably insult my mom herself and not just my deceased dad..

‘El marra di nafadt’ [this time you escaped]… ‘bas 7net2abbel tani w 7atshoof enni hageebak’ [but we will meet again, and you’ll see that I’m going to nail you] .. ’wel marra el gayya mesh har7ammak’ [and the next time we do meet, I will show no mercy]

‘Give him his ID card’

Ameen Shorta: ‘it’s with you ya basha’

The young officer fidgeted in his back pocket searching for the right consistency and came out with my betaqa.. He held it out.. I took it..

‘Da mesh akher kalam benna w ana ba2ollak tani sa3etha 7ayeb2a fee kalam tani’ [this is not the end of it, mark my words, and next time things will be different]

He turned on his heel and strode off like he was the king of the castle.. behind him I shouted..

‘Lamma net2abbel tani, mesh 7ayeb2a belshakl elli enta mutakhayyilu’ [when we do meet again, it won’t be on your terms] I just couldn’t shut up…

He ignored me and walked into his office.

I walked down the stairs, and on my way each step took me closer to being
spat out of this monster of a diabolical system.

No one said anything on the way home… Yet I wanted to scream out & wake up all those sleeping in their apportioned boxes ‘We’ve killed the revolution.. each & every one of us with our indifference.. the revolution is dead’





It’s a feeling I know
this helplessness
this drowning
this burning in my chest
in my throat
hold back the tears
keep your straight face
and keep your head high..


…not a moment of satisfaction will they get