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In Egypt's Tahrir Square, die-hard revolutionaries linger

Those left from the uprising that brought down Hosni Mubarak last year live in tents in Cairo's iconic plaza, harassed and cursed, but mostly forgotten.

April 06, 2012|By Jeffrey Fleishman, Los Angeles Times
  • A protester waves the Egyptian flag as others attend Friday prayers in Tahrir Square in Cairo last month.
A protester waves the Egyptian flag as others attend Friday prayers in Tahrir… (Khalil Hamra, Associated…)

CAIRO — The ragged effigy of a fallen leader dangles from a lamppost over the remnants of a dying revolution.

Those left from the uprising that swelled through Tahrir Square last year and brought down Hosni Mubarak live in tents, harassed and cursed, but mostly forgotten. TV cameras no longer perch on balconies; the great banners have been spooled away. The slogans of rebellion have been pressed onto T-shirts, and tourists, their expressions saying they somehow expected more, take pictures, trying to summon the images that captivated the world those many months ago.

But the joy has turned sullen, and the nation has slipped back to the burdens of life while these defiant few still hunker with their placards and rage.

"None of those in power have made good on the revolution," says Ragab Radwan, peeking from a dirty tent in the middle of the square. "How can I leave? I have to stay here for my country and for a better life for my son."

"Egyptians are tired. They've lost hope. They think our protest is useless," says Ahmed Shahawy, dressed in a green suit with no belt and scuffed shoes, but determined to strike a gentleman's pose. "The state media has done a wonderful job in painting us as a bunch of people out of touch."

Some in this strange, small menagerie in the center of the capital are outcasts. Young men pass a hash pipe, looking numb. Homeless boys wander like understudy revolutionaries and men with distant stares sit amid lean-tos of blankets and plastic fastened to the dirt. They yelp diatribes and look for followers; a brisk wind off the Nile could blow them away.

"The protests should end and if these people have complaints, they should take them to parliament. That's where things are settled these days, not in Tahrir," says Ibrahim Abu Oma, a heavyset man who owns a luggage shop in the square. "I lost 80% of my business in the last year. I'm hoping things pick up soon. Tahrir will always be the most important part of this country. I'm honored to work here."

The square is where the nation reclaimed its dignity, but for some it has turned into a symbol of vows broken. That's why, they say, most people hurry past, not wanting to be reminded of what Tahrir has come to mean.

There have been victories. A new legislature has been sworn in; a presidential election is scheduled for May. Mubarak and his sons are in jail. But the military remains in power, civil rights are stalled and a fight over a new constitution between Islamists and secularists threatens to imperil democracy. Streets leading to parliament are barricaded, and Cairo can feel as if it's bracing for another spasm of unrest.

The graffiti just off the square catch the eye: scenes depicting ancient Egypt, a towering rebel holding a gun next to the words "A man is a man." They bloom with color and seem alive, tiny patriotic narratives and martyrs painted with angel wings. Some expressions, though, are not so beautiful. A small black-and-white photograph of a boy pasted to a street light reads: "Salem Mohammed Mustafa is lost. Whoever finds him please call …"

Radwan, his bald head darkened by the sun, has watched lost children saunter past. A car mechanic, he's been camped here for months, letting a friend run his shop as he attempts to enlist members in his budding Popular Nasserist Party, which fights injustices, real and imagined. He says he knows how he and his disheveled band are perceived, but doesn't care.

"The square will not allow us to forget all those who died and what they died for," he says.

He brushes aside suggestions that events have moved forward while he stews in dreams denied or, at least, unrealized.

"We have to remember every drop of blood that fell here," he says. "Some people come by and give us donations. Fifty pounds. One hundred pounds. I'm not ashamed. They believe in what we're doing."

Shahawy listens, glasses riding low on his nose. He feels the same. He works in a publishing house, but most days and nights he's at Radwan's tent in the square. He looks toward a commotion arriving from a side street: A few dozen protesters march past shouting anti-military epithets. For a moment, the heart surges; the sound of footsteps and the echoes off the buildings are reminiscent of those grand 18 days when tens of thousands of Egyptians with painted faces and made-up songs undid the man no one ever believed could be undone.

But the sound is too small, subsumed by honking cars and scoffing drivers. Rebels, in the minds of many, have turned into troublemakers. They are sometimes chased by shopkeepers and beaten by thugs. A girl with silver studs on her belt hurries past a tent flying a pirate flag, and one protester notes that the homeless and unemployed have given the movement a bad image in a square that saw Napoleon come and go and a 1952 coup that led to Egypt's independence.

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