Iranian Reader

What have you done?

What I want to hear is a simple hour-by-hour account of the typical day of a torturer and street thug—a sort of log: I woke up, had breakfast, grabbed my baton/taser/chains/knives/shot gun/hand gun/etc. and headed out the door… >>>

Black Blood

Those of us who were around in the 1980s are reliving those days. I go back to the summer of 1986, when I went to Iran after my cousin Marjan was released from Evin >>>

Iran, A Reflection: Shot in the heart

So what’s with this being shot in the heart? Neda gets shot in the heart and so we are told does Sohrab. Being shot in the heart is a bloody affair. We watched how the explosion of arteries squirts the blood out of every orifice. >>>

Allaho Akbar

I did not repeat allaho akbar after the promptings of the bullhorn but let me tell you how I felt. I felt that allaho akbar was the closest expression of the combination of the mourning and rage that I was feeling. >>>