The Price of Fear, the Price of Dictatorship

Reuters photo

 

By

Sami Jamil Jadallah

 

Revisiting the Arab Spring

 

I grew up when there were curfews that lasted for days, when listening to the wrong radio station could land you in jail, when a stupid, illiterate “security/mokhabarat” could haul you to jail for no reason and I remember when and actually saw “darak” policemen on horses raid villages breaking into homes mixing rice, oil, lentil and flour in the middle of the floor.

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