Ahmadinejad is re-elected, and the shift towards moderation seems to have made slow progress in some corners of the world. Yesterday at work I poured over Mr. Ahmadinejad’s main rival, Mr. Houssein Mousavi’s political history and his policies and found myself getting excited. Pictures of girls in beautiful sea green chadors and hijabs waving green placards looked so much like the sea of blue at the Democratic National Convention. I was pleased. Maybe due to the number of the photos of the opposition I found myself hoping to wake up in the morning with a new face to represent Iran. I entertained the idea of a time when I could actually go visit the country without worrying that my identity might cause offence. That there might be a time for wounds to heal. Alas, there is none.
On top of this Mousavi is claiming that the election was a charade, which seems familiar.
I’m filled with doubt about this whole thing. From my own experiences I was shocked when Bush was re-elected in 2004. The Ayatollah Khameni who endorsed Mousavi is calling the whole thing fair, but again the words “landslide victory” just don’t seem to fit. The state news has denied Mousavi a broadcasted statement and police have been quelling small protests.
So much hope quelled by so much silence.
The only truth that matters is that that vile little vermin, ahmadinejad is still the animal fronting for the Ayatollahs. Maybe he was re-elected, maybe he was installed through fraud. We’ll never know though I’d really like to know that