I will never let you leave!
The following is a translation of this blog post:http://darvishpour.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html It appears to be a first-hand account of an incident that occurred on the streets of Tehran during thepost-election unrest.Monday, August 3, 2009It was near Sayi park where the agents followed a young man and with indescribable violence,mercilessly took him under their baton blows, kicks and punches. The young man’s struggle to freehimself resulted in his T-shirt getting ripped in several places, displaying his bare swollen body toeveryone. The crowd observing this horrible scene all shouted the same thing: Stop hitting him! Let himgo!At this moment a number of women came into the street from the sidewalk and threw themselvesunder the hands and feet of the agents so as to create a barrier to protect the young man from thebaton blows. A middle-aged woman who had a mask over her mouth put her hands around the youngman’s neck and tried to take him into the sidewalk in order to save him from the guards. One of thestrong and well built guards grabbed the woman’s neck, took her off the ground and threw her in thedrain.Another young woman, crying and distressed, hurried to her help and clung on to the guard’s head andshoulders while screaming heartbreakingly. The men & women watching were telling each other thatthey should help the mother and not let the guards take her son. Meanwhile, the guards were draggingthe half-bare young man upwards on the street and after getting him on one of their motorbikes, cuffedhis hand with plastic handcuffs. One of the plainclothes agents quickly gets on the bike behind him tomake sure he can’t be freed by the women who had rushed towards the motorbike. Before people canreach the bike it heads off, but instead a group of women and a few men surround the commander of agents and keep him from moving on and joining his forces.On the other side, a number of women who were coming down street from the north and observing theangry screams of the women on this side group with the mother and a few other women and rush to thecenter of the street, blocking the path of the motorbikes. When the bikes stop, the crowd on the eastside sidewalk can clearly see the young man’s horrified face and swollen and bare body. They are takenby the heart-rending and pleading-for-help look on his face. This is when another middle-aged womanencourages people to hurry up and save him or else wait to receive his body from the morguetomorrow!By now many women are surrounding the commander and a middle-aged man tells him “you have to letthe boy go! We won’t let you take him. What has he done? Protested in the sidewalk? Who gives youthe right to hit him?” Amongst the ubiquitous and unified pressure coming from the growing crowd of
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A very touching story.