Another Iranian Coup
The Ayotallahs of Iran just staged a coup, and everybody knows it, and I suspect the Ayotallahs want everybody in Iran to know it too. A minor project for me would be to go back to the news releases coming out of Tehran through the US Media (and elsewhere) following the CIA backed coup that took out Mosaddeq in 1953 and compare it with the news and compare it with the official pronouncements coming out of Tehran today.
What gives it away is the ham handed declarations of wide spread support for the leader (Ahmejidad and the dictates of the Islamic Revolution today, the great mass movement of “Royalists” that was manufactured in 1953) and the ham handed declarations against the deposed leader — Mossaddeq is very much saddened by his failures to the people of Iran — or some such is how I remember the NY Times reported it; today the Ayotallahs and Ahmajinedad have decleared this as a rejection of the moderation found in Mir Hossein Moussavi’s previous tenure, said with a force the suggests they want a finality to that statement.
For the past eight years, as Bush and “the neo-cons” sprouted off about the “Axis of Evil” and the threat from Iran, I put myself neatly into the counter-veiling opinion of “just wait for the coming generation” and the sublimated cultural thrusts they’re bringing. It’s been a bit difficult for me to suggest that the tremors seen about the blogosphere and on the news add up to anything — either pro or con: the urban “Green Tide” for Moussavi’s supporters is more technologically advanced the the (ahem) “red-staters” making up Ahmajedid’s base out in the poor rural hinterlands*. But now it does appear that the “wait for the younger generation” equation has just come to a head, and the power-brokers saw it, saw where even a controlled election result could lead down the line, and clamped it down as quickly as possible. It’s possible the current scenes in Iran will look like Tiananmen Square in a decade: a brief interlude of a fight for Democracy, squashed by an Autocratic regime, and then shredded into the memory hole as much as possible.
Unless Langston Hughes’s raisin poem holds.
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*Disclaimer. No, I’m not an expert on Iran’s population.