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The Demons in Egypt

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True revolutions sweep the old order from power and, for better or worse, replace it with something entirely new. Unfulfilled revolutions merely shake things up. With no military men having been taken out and shot to produce a new order loyal to “the people” à la Che Guevara, Egypt’s so-called “revolution,” now two and a half years old, is very much in the latter category. The old deposed dictator, Mubarak, held physically captive in the penumbra by his former minions, continues to inhabit the national imagination like an undead pharaoh thought still to be wielding dark powers. And now his unexpected successor, the obscurantist Islamist Mohamed Morsi, has been tossed out, along with his fellow Muslim Brothers, who were allowed to show themselves for what they are—ineffectual bumpkins—and in a scant year blew their shot at power.

 

The Egyptian military—the ultimate arbiter in all of the drama and shenanigans than have occurred on Egypt’s great stage for the past twenty-nine months—periodically produces the cards it wields and throws them down, forcing the actors to appear and disappear, almost at will, in a sly conjunction with the mobs that are its audience.

Depending on one’s perspective, Egypt is either in a political limbo or an extended purgatory, with the devils long contained in its national Pandora’s box having been loosened from their chains. People are murdered like sheep now, obscurely and without fanfare, in the country’s protests, and women are gang-raped viciously by crowds of men who seek to mete out their darkest desires, violently, in public. It is as if everything in Egypt must now be performed by the mob, for the mob, in full view of everyone.

It should have been a warning to everyone when, on February 11, 2011, in its first coup, the Egyptian military announced that Hosni Mubarak was stepping down from power, and being replaced by a junta, and the crowds that had filled Tahrir Square for the previous seventeen days cheered and began to go home. At that moment, of course, what happened was that The Revolution That Would became The Revolution That Hadn’t Quite. Although it was now shared with the mob, true power remained firmly in the hands of the military, which runs the country quite openly today.

What is the name of the man who was named President yesterday? Adly Mansour? It doesn’t really matter, because, in the push-me-pull-you public spectacle that has taken place since 2011 over who possesses Egypt’s heart and soul—is it the Islamists? Is it the secular Google executives, the tweeting, jeans-clad modernists?—it has been, throughout, the military that has allowed it all to happen.

Until now, the greatest achievement of the Egyptian “revolution” was to reinforce their collective fears that they are ungovernable and need a big daddy to keep them under control. This is not a new Egypt, full of Egyptians that have embraced collective change and are marching forward hand in hand together to a new future, but an Egypt in the grip of its demons, ripping itself apart with unleashed hatreds and lusts. And to the generals, at least, it is a country in the process of being rescued from a descent into hell by the all-seeing, all-wise, protective men in uniform.


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Original piece is http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/comment/2013/07/the-demons-in-egypt.html


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