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A Snippet of The Iranian Election Aftermath Coverage

Boston Globe's photographic coverage

Very moving pictures. figuratively, of course. one picture that really sticks out is this one:



Most of the fleeing people here wear frantic, focused expressions, but the boy wearing glasses and the dude in horizontal stripes are smiling (they are to the left and slightly left-center in front of the woman in the blue shawl/half-burkha, respectively). They're running from thugs who wish to beat them for organizing to protest an election stolen by said thugs. and they're smiling like they're running away from an older brother or towards a girlfriend exiting a train.

This is not simply zeal for a political candidate. This is zeal for life: thinking, speaking, acting without respect for any probable consequences doled out by an authority, only allowing for their conception of "right." This is idealism. It's the only necessary part of every single step of human progress worth keeping and advancing towards.


Aside: Another very positive "news item", and very prominently featured due to its importance, is the integral role of social media. Twitter has been invaluable as a means of communication between protestors and other Mousavi supporters. It shows that despite our usage as a fan for our egomanical flames, these mediums, like Facebook as well, can serve not only constructive but revolutionary purposes.
Also, a link to what many believe to be the first bonafide revolution to use these technologies, as well as a link to study of the internet's effect on democracy in the light of 2004's Ukranainian Orange Revolution:

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