Central Beirut, 8:30 am Tuesday
Smoke along the coastline (click to enlarge)
Beirut Port
"It was true that the city had 'heated up.' The unrest was suffocating us... We tried to get used to it, but the sound of each explosion fulfilled its aim of making us afraid to go out. For Rosario, the war was ecstasy, the realization of a dream, the detonation of her instincts.
'It really makes it worth living here,' she said."
-Jorge Franco, Rosario Tijeras, p. 67
The most frightening aspect of today's "strike" (in or on Lebanon, depending on your point of view) is that it was far less an act against the government than it was act against the people. Ordinary citizens from all political stripes were prevented from going about their daily lives. It wasn't the government that got caught in the clashes (with the exception of Fares Soueid), but ordinary citizens on both sides. Watching footage from around the country was hugely depressing: kids younger than me beating each other with sticks, rocks, wielding guns. This is a generation that never really knew civil war. I feel a line has been crossed today, now that the taste of fighting one another is back in people's mouths. Is it too late to recede?
Though it has already been
said by many, my other comment is about the army. I'm disappointed in the government for
assuring us of protection it couldn't really offer, apparently, and I'm disappointed in the army for
failing to even try to ensure the freedom and safety of the Lebanese public. Friends who did go out to the various roadblocks paint an equally lackluster picture of army actions. I have to say, I feel a lot less secure than I did yesterday, though I guess I was just naive. I don't just feel like I live in a chaotic state anymore -- I feel like I live in a lawless one.
I also respect the opposition even less -- although I fear them more. Is this their idea of loving life "in Lebanon," loving life "with dignity," etc? Smashing old ladies' cars up and preventing children from going to school? Turning Lebanon, as the cashier observed while ringing up my man'ouche this morning, into a "fifth-world" country?
Even if a solution gets cooked up quickly, can the animosity the two sides feel towards each other really be resolved in the short to medium term? I believe in Lebanon, I love Lebanon, but sometimes I wonder if it isn't really as cursed as it is blessed.
"Rosario's fight isn't so simple, it has very deep roots, from long ago, from earlier generations. Life weighs on her with the weight of this country, her genes drag along a race of sons of plenty and sons of bitches who with the blade of a machete cleared the pathways of life. They're still doing it. ...Today the machete is a shotgun, a nine-millimeter, a chopper. The weapon has changed but not its use. The story has changed, too, has become terrifying.
Once proud, we are now ashamed, without understanding how, why, and when it all happened. We don't know how long our history is, but we can feel its weight. And Rosario has borne it since time immemorial, for that reason, when she was born, she didn't come bearing bread under her arm, but misfortune."
-Jorge Franco, Rosario Tijeras, p. 32