I was eleven years old. My mother was taking me to an eye specialist when we were stopped by a patrol of the IRGC at this very spot. A few strands of my hair were visible, and I had grown too tall for my trousers. Again and again she pleaded with them not to take me, explaining that I was tall for my age, that she had just returned from the front lines and had not yet found the time to buy me new clothes. I was frightened, but my mother's fear was far greater than my own.
Many years have passed since that afternoon. Yet when I see this place of cruelty and its power holders reduced to dust, I am overcome with emotion and an unexpected, trembling relief. To witness a regime of terror crumbling into ruin feels like learning to walk after long paralysis, like unfurling wings and discovering flight, like water offered at last to one who has wandered for hours through the Sahara.
I feel a release, a memory long buried in the body beginning at last to loosen. In this moment, the child I once was seems to breathe again.
@elonmusk The left unfortunately has a large percentage of mentally ill people. The far left media has been pushing the hate and fear false narrative so far that it has literally created mental illness within it. This is such a sad day in our history that will have lasting ramifications.
@the_jefferymead you are a solid voice for not only the Black community but for all Americans. Race is truly just skin deep and we need to stop being so divided - together we stand and united we fall. Much love Sir