Three months ago all I could see was the hard shell of Iran. Violent, ruthless, cunning and almost nuclear– it was Islamic jihad on steroids, it was effectively killing our troops overseas with specialized IEDs and it was the greatest external threat to the stability and prosperity of the west that I knew of. It was not the beautiful Persian journalist you see here (picture courtesy of The Guardian).
The stolen Iranian election of June 12th has changed all that. I have spent hours blogging, reading and posting tweets, doing some tech support for the Iranian resistance and practically memorizing the sights and sounds of Tehran. Today I read this— raw, full of pathos, even heartbreaking, about a people and culture who have Continue reading “Pathos and heartbreak”
ways I and my family are so very different from the oppressed and slaughtered in Iran today. Nevertheless…