Looking for Freedom – again

When I began thinking about dissertation topics over two years ago I was met by one particular unenthusiastic criticism due to my lack of knowledge regarding the Persian language. I don’t think she ever really understood my subject or why it was important. it was either that or she was too busy playing around in Second Life to give it more than a second thought (maybe that’s another reason why I hate Second Life so much). But rather than let it drop I developed my ideas and took them elsewhere.

It was during the run up to dissertation proposals that I was becoming increasingly aware of Internet censorship in Iran and the growth of the Iranian blogosphere and decided that I’d like to explore this academically with the hope of encouraging further research or laying the foundations for a PhD later in life. I don’t necessarily think I ever achieved that or ever will, purely because I ran out of steam. It was my own doing. You know when you wrap yourself up in something so intensely for a long period of time that once it’s done you never want to look at it again? It was like that. I got my distinction and that was enough. But I’m beginning to realise that it wasn’t the end, it was only the beginning. The story continues and maybe I should be trying to tell it, in my own words?

I started with the concept of Internet censorship – how it was being censored, who was censoring it and why – and wanted to explore strategies being developed to smash down the system, to stick it to the man, to carry on regardless. But this was before Google Translate (although limited it seems to be serving a basic purpose right now) and with no Persian translator I was forced to restrict my exploration to a minority of weblogs written by Iranians in English. I specifically looked at weblogs because they were accessible and easy to document and analyse. All the data collection would be my own doing and analysed with my own criteria. But what exactly was I trying to find out? How would I use weblogs as an example of anti-censorship or more over a strategy to bypass censorship?

Having an idea about what you want your outcome to be always seems to cloud what you need to do to get there, to prove it let’s say. I wanted to look at the writing styles across a sample of Iranian weblogs to assess how people were saying things without really saying them – to look at the poetic metaphors Iranians so often use to describe all manners of life, love, feelings and even politics. To see whether the deep-rooted cultural norm of separating the private and public spheres applied to anonymous weblogs. But what would I compare these writing styles to? I decided that in order to assess how Internet filtering effects Iranian weblogs written inside Iran I’d need to sample Iranian weblogs written in the diaspora. Those written by the displaced, the deposed or even the die-hards who might be more likely to evade self-censorship given the lack of Internet filtering in the more moderate west.

And so I did and if you’re interested in actually reading the thing it’s available online. It’s called Looking for Freedom: An Exploration of the Iranian Blogosphere (and it’s also available in Google Scholar with a couple of spelling errors – doh). I also kept a wiki going whilst doing my research but I’m afraid my updates have lapsed a little. Some of the work I did here has come spilling back to me this week and become ever more relevant. given how Twitter, YouTube, Flickr, proxy services and weblogs are currently being used in the aftermath of Iran’s distuted election.

Iran Rises Up…

.And The Economist learns a few lessons:

The Economist

Remember Ahmad Batebi?

Ahmad Batebi - The Economist

Azadi meaning Freedom

Last time I got hooked on Monitter was during the Mumbai attacks last November when my need for real time information got so intense that it became difficult to deattach my eyes from the computer screen. This time it’s the Iran elections (#iranelections) that have really got me. Sat here feeling so overwhelmed and helpless I really have found the evidence needed to prove the usefulness of Twitter.

Twitter has in fact been so useful to Iranians tweeting the ‘revolution’ that scheduled maintenance was put back a day to keep communication open. My only criticism over the last couple of days is the difficulty to sieve through the millions of uninformative re-tweets and misinformation to actually get to the heart of what I want to know – what is happening right now!

Below are some links I’ve found useful over the last couple of days:

Signing your Death Warrant

Ahmad Batebi, the Economist’s face of the second revolution, was arrested shortly after July 17th 1999 following the world wide publication of his participation in the student protests. In his hands was the bloodied shirt of his fellow protester, a image used to sign Batebi’s death warrant following the accusation that he “defaced the face of the Islamic Republic that is a representative of God on earth” around the world.

After nine years he escaped from Iran, following a seizure leaving the right side of his body without feeling, smuggled by car then donkey through Iraq. On June 24th 2008 he arrived in America and later released his ordeal to CBS News:

Asked if he feels free now, he told Cooper, “No, I don’t feel free. I have a responsibility to the people imprisoned in Iran whose human rights are being violated. I have to get their message out. And it’s a big responsibility that doesn’t leave one free. But to an extent I do feel free. I live in a free country and I’ve left prison.”

But how does he feel about the image itself?

Looking at the picture that sparked his ordeal, he says that another man in his place might be angry, but he is not. Mr Batebi is a photographer himself. He says he understands what journalism involves. Had we not published the picture, he says, another paper might have. Looking at the same picture, his lawyer, interpreter and friend Lily Mazahery says she is close to tears: in it, the young Mr Batebi’s pale arms are as yet unscarred by torture.

How would you feel? Hmmmmmmmmmm.

Bad News for the Alaei Brothers

News from the New Scientist reports Iranian brothers Kamiar and Arash Alaei, pioneers of treatment for HIV in Iran, have been charged with “communications with an enemy government” to “launch a velvet (sic) overthrow of the Iranian government”. They have been held in detention since June 2008 when they were taken to an undisclosed location pending (at the time) unknown charges.

Read more about them:

I Save Lives;
Facebook Group – Kamiar and Arash Alaei Information Group;
Tackling Iran’s Heroin Habit;
Free the Docs;
Wikipedia.

Now this is something Iz gotz to see!

Channel 4 has opted to end the year on a controversial note by inviting the president of Iran, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, to give the broadcaster’s alternative Christmas message tomorrow (The Guardian).

Crazy or what!! Mahmoud Ahmadinejad offering Channel 4’s traditional alternative Christmas message!! It won’t be clashing with good old Queenie though… that’d just be way too controversial. Good on Channel 4. It’s airing at 7:15 pm tomorrow (Christmas Day) but I’ll try and get a clip up asap for those who miss out.

Good News

Finally there’s some good news! Remember Mehdi Kazemi? The ‘gay student who faced execution in Iran‘? Well, its been reported today that hes finally been granted asylum, ‘after protests prompted the Home Secretary, Jacqui Smith, to reconsider his case’! Hurray, power to the people!

Mr Kazemi came to London to study in 2005, but in April 2006 discovered his gay partner had been arrested and named him as his boyfriend before his execution. Fearing he might suffer the same fate if he returned, Mr Kazemi decided to seek asylum in Britain. His claim was refused and he fled to the Netherlands where he also failed to win asylum before returning to Britain last month.

UPDATE:

Kazemi has spoken out for the first time about his ordeal with The Independent, published today. He says:

I was devastated and I felt that I was only one step away from death. I was told that I could appeal against the decision to deport me once I was back in Iran, but I thought, how can this be possible? Who will appeal? My dead body? I knew that only a miracle could save me then.

Omid Omid Omid

‘We British LOVE to queue’. I went to the post office the other day and there were three of us waiting to reach the counter – so we decided to form a queue. We talked about the weather but we must NEVER talk about the kids. In Iran a crowd fights to reach the bus first but as the doors opened the crowd backed down – ‘oh no no after you’, ‘no please my friend after you’.

It doesn’t sound so funny now does it? But believe me when Omid Djalili told it I was in stitches! I went to see him at the City Hall in Sheffield at the weekend and my God this guy is so funny. I was nearly crying when he started with the Taa’rof stuff because you can totally see it happening. That’s what’s so funny. I’ve never really been a big fan of stand-up comedy because mostly I see it as an excuse for disgusting old men to exercise vulgar toilet humour – the stuff that’s not funny unless you’re a ten year boy (or a disgusting old man). But Omid – now that guy’s funny. He’s like Peter Kay in that he knows his audience and knows that it’s far far funnier to tell a true to life story than some lame ass knock knock joke. The Dad-run, the weddings, the supermarket shopping and the garlic bread. Legendary!

And for your viewing pleasure:

A Hairy Deconstruction

BurkiniI’ve been following Deconstructing Hairy for a while now since it was recommended by a good friend of mine. According to the author’s profile it is written by ‘an Iranian finally living in Iran’ and follows her adventures ‘on being and becoming an Iranian woman’. Recently there has been one particular post that really intrigued me… The Swimming Pool. Here she describes her experiences of a visit to the local pool where attempting to swim a lap round the pool turned out to be just as dangerous as crossing Vali Asr Ave in a hurry.

The ladies were walking, or bouncing, back and forth, the width of the pool which was about 4-5 meters. I figured I could manage to dodge them each time, but that proved impossible as their speed was never consistent and sometimes they would even stop somewhere in the center. So I’€™d swim to a point and turn around before reaching them. But then strange things kept happening. Some of the women started swimming the length of the pool also, they’€™d take a couple laps, always right where I was swimming, stop in random places, continue the bobbing in the shallow end. Other women continued some sorting of bobbing in the deep end, I’m not sure how. I was constantly changing my route. At one point I could have sworn a concerted effort against my lap swimming (I guess it’s not so common here).

In having ‘women only’ areas women in Iran seem to have a better time of it than some of those in the UK who have faced ridicule for exercising their right to, well, exercise! Here, Obsolete (hap tip: Deconstructing Hairy) discusses a story published in the Sun about a Muslim women in Oxford causing outrage by swimming in a public pool wearing ‘full hijab robes’. But it seems the Sun never quite get their facts right as she was in fact wearing a rather trendy Burkini.

I had to laugh out loud at the description of swimming in a pool in Iran. I had exactly the same experience.

My first experience with women’s only swimming in Iran was in Arak where many of the women wore sheer body stockings instead of swimsuits! The horror!

Back like your Spine!

Seasons Greetings dear readers! Yeah yeah, I know I’m late but I’ve been on holiday – give me a break. Christmas was… relaxing on the beach in Egypt. New Year was… speeding on the motorway. It was a weird one for me being away from the family and all but passing up the opportunity to see the Pyramids and Petra was inconceivable! Like I said when I got back from Syria – “I’ll post some pics soon” i.e. as soon as iPhoto stops giving me grief. This computer is out to get me, I know it!

Anyway, what have I been up to? Well I’m still working all the hours God sends and to be honest I have little time for much else. I’m still spending half my life on the M1 but it won’t be for much longer… If anyone knows of any library jobs going in Sheffield GET IN TOUCH. I’m well qualified and everything yet still I spend most of my time sat twiddling my thumbs and browsing the Internets. My Google Reader has started to get quite boring too. I need some new reading material I think… something inspiring that’ll make me what to write again.

Things of note this week have been -

Morrissey set to follow in the shoes of Chris De Burgh – That is, he’s reportedly in negotiations with the Iranian government to organise a concert for some time later this year. But I’m not entirely sure whether his outspokenness surrounding the Blair/Bush = terrorists debate is going to go for or against him!

His camp would like their man to agree a date in Tehran this June, ideally with the internationally-acclaimed Arab pop singer Kazem al-Sahir, were he amenable.

Elsewhere The Guardian reports that their correspondent in Iran, Robert Tait, has been expelled from the country with no explanation. Although the Iranian authorities have refused to renew Tait’s visa they have said that The Guardian is free to put forward another correspondent in his place… weird huh.

Tait was forced to leave the country after the Iranian authorities declined to renew his visa and residence permit, despite an appeal on his behalf from the Guardian’s editor, Alan Rusbridger, to Iran’s culture and Islamic guidance ministry, which supervises the activities of all foreign and domestic media. He is now back in the UK, along with his Iranian wife.

See Azarmehr for more.