I am worried sick about Egypt. In particular, my friends and co-workers in Cairo. The same people who proudly showed me around their city are now in a constant state of worry of their entire country. Pride peeks it’s head out when talking about neighbors banding together to protect their neighborhoods and the Egyptian Museum. It’s time for change - as someone born and raised in the US, I guess this is my tagline?
I studied ‘Justice and Peace Studies’ during University. What is that? It’s sort of the opposite of what it sounds like; we studied conflict and war. I am a gigantic advocate of peaceful protest, community and the golden rule. I’ve had friends go off to Afghanistan, some as soldiers in the US Army and another as a aid worker. Today, I sit back and look at Cairo unfolding as we speak and it is just different for me: I walked the same streets and visited the same sites which are now a little worse for wear. My friends are now on the street protecting their neighbors and communities. And I just wish they would go home and stay safe. If I was there? If I lived there? I’d be doing the same things they are. But, sitting on the sidelines unable to do much other than check in…well, it’s exhausting.