Stay away from this show
A plea from a victim of the Islamic Republic's
election deception
Pullniro May 23, 2005
iranian.com
I feel invaded, betrayed and deceived. I feel taken
advantage of and thrown away like a dirty baby nappy. I feel so ashamed of myself
for being falling for a charlatan and I am embarrassed of those innocent
people I misguided. I am not alone in this feeling and God knows millions
of people feel the same way. Maybe all those 22 million people who voted for
Khatami, the biggest liar, share this feeling with me.
The feeling
is not easy to describe and you may never get it unless you are the victim
of the same experience. It is something like being totally
confused and disillusioned.
And there is this stifling sense of deception and abuse deep in your soul.
Like being gang-raped by guys you trusted. I feel like crying out
to the whole world by boycotting
the theatrical elections of the Islamic Republic.
I remember eight
years ago when I went out of my way to encourage everybody to
take part in the elections and vote for Khatami. I
had heated discussions with my dad, who never trusted the IRI,
and persuaded him to vote.
I remember how
I gave him hope and told him not to
wait for any super power to interfere in our national affairs.
I asked him to take the power of his vote in his own hand and
try to change things with the
limited means still available.
A few days before the election I took part in many student
gatherings in Tehran University, going from campus to campus,
talking to people and organizing affairs. I was threatened,
scorned and beaten on a few occasions but Khatami's promise of
a a rosy tomorrow gave me an energy I had never
experienced in my life. After each violent encounter I licked my
wounds and
got on my feet for the completion of my unknown struggle,
to make Khatami the president of Iran, and to change the horrible
living conditions for myself and my compatriots.
My activism went beyond religious and ethnic boundaries.
There were a few
Armenian friends in the neighborhood and I talked them into
voting too. I also had arguments with some Kurdish students and
Sunnis to make them vote for Khatami.
I don't really know what had gotten into my head but this strong
sense of a bright future took me somewhere beyond the limits
of
my
understanding.
Then the big election happened and with a world of hope
and fear we went to the polls. I drove all my own family members
as well as many relatives and friends to the voting stations.
In the afternoon we rang the bells of all the people in our neighborhood
to make sure everybody voted.
The next day we experienced the great moments of victory and
took part in the celebration of the ordinary people in the
streets. I was among the ones who distributed sweets and candy
around the
city and in fact spent a large sum of my saving for it. At night
we got on the phone and talked about it for hours and shared
our jubilance with each
other.
The first feeling of betrayal came when Khatami went to Khomeini's
grave the next day and shed crocodile tears. My dad told me "didn't
I
tell you this is just another mullah?" I didn't want to believe it so I
challenged him with explanations like " he cannot make radical changes in
the beginning of his presidency, we have to be patient and
wait". My dad was not satisfied but he was pleased
with the novelty of many newspapers ridiculing Khamenei
and
Rafsanjani and making disclosures on political
murders of the previous decade.
Then the serial murder of political dissidents happened and
the lack of reaction from Khatami. When Assadollah Lajevardi,
the
great blood sucker of the Islamic Republic was killed, Khatami sent an emotional
message, praising him for his great perseverance (in mass killings of Iran's
children) and services to the Islamic Republic. There were savage attacks
on student campuses and demonstrations, mass closure of reformist
newspapers
and
imprisoning
those who dared write in
them. Students were sent to torture chambers and many had no choice
but to flee their beloved country.
What has remained of those glorious days
is
a number of foreign-based TV stations which try to incite
heartbroken people to rise up in the streets. Some commentators
such as Ahura
"Hakha" Yazdi claim supernatural powers
and some
like Mr. Fooladvand busy themselves with desecrating the Koran. And there
are those in funny commando
outfits who call for armed attacks against the regime.
Now after eight years of deception, the stage is set
for another show. This time Mr. Rafsanjani, the regime's notorious
thief, is going to take
the stage, promising to mend ties with the U.S. and fix
the country's disastrous
economy. Rafsanjani is just another scarecrow that the regime is
trying to plant before the U.S. eagle invades our land.
People's hopes have vanished. The bitter taste of reality has
sunken in. I had been the victim of a great hoax and used all
my powers to help others fall into the
IRI's trap. This time, the only thing that has remained for us is the power of
our absence from the theatre. We can gather our forces again
and
encourage everybody to ignore this show.
My dad never saw the changes he had hoped to see. He left this world two years
ago.
I
wish
I
had never taken him to the polling station to vote Khatami
and see him disillusioned afterwards. I know he is with
me and witnessing what I will do this time.
Dear Iranians around the globe, this is a plea from a victim of the Islamic Republic's
deception. If you want your country to see real democracy, if you want to see
your compatriots experience liberty and prosperity and if you want the children
of Iran to be born and raised in freedom, then boycott the theatrical presidential
elections.
And persuade your friends and loved ones to do the same.
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