EHe visited the capital with his parents and brother. Autumn is a good season in Tehran. We are moving away from the summer oven and the great cold is still far away. She was 22 years old, was not interested in politics, but in the singers of that time. Mahsa Amini was from the small town of Saqqez in Iranian Kurdistan (Northwest), a socially conservative region.
On that morning of September 13, she had taken the subway to central Tehran and was walking past a park. She wore her “Islamic” headscarf, which has been mandated by the ruling theocracy since 1983. A vice police van calls out to the young woman as it drives past: Her headscarf is wrong – perhaps too far back. Mahsa Amini is embarked and then taken to a police station. A few hours later she is taken to the hospital in a deep coma. She died on September 16th. She was buried in Saqqez on the 17th, there was no autopsy. Dead for a strand of hair in her 22 years of glory?
The authorities speak of a heart problem. Her parents, who came to the hospital, are sure that she was hit. They speak of streaks of blood running down his temples. In their brutal simplicity, these are the facts. But this unexplained death, apart from following an arrest for an “improperly” worn scarf, this death of a young woman who appeared to be in good health until this autumn morning will set off the storm. Dictatorships are always surprised. There comes a time when the little footnote message, just one disgrace among many, becomes the detonator – the excess that tenfolds the courage of part of the population and causes the explosion. The regime is being challenged like seldom before.
days of rage
For twenty days, thousands of Iranians, women and men, have been demonstrating in all corners of the country. Schoolgirls, students, Iranian women burn the “veil” in the middle of the street. In the most conservative regions, they have freedom of speech and their hair. The universities are mobilized and here and there there are strikes. This youth, born under the Islamic regime, defies the violence of a repressive machine that does not hesitate to shoot at crowds and disfigure teenage girls with batons. The death toll is in the tens and the arrests in the thousands.
In these days of rage, slogans have evolved. From condemning the “Islamic” headscarf, we have moved to condemning the “Islamic” regime. Never before has a protest movement lasted so long since the Iranian revolution 43 years ago.
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