We are in Boston, in a taxi, heading to Quincy Market, for dinner. I sit next to the taxi driver, engaged in conversation. I notice a heavy accent.
“Where are you from”, I ask.
“Egypt but I haven’t been there for a while. It’s just too scary right now” he tells me.
“But you must feel some satisfaction that you are working on getting it right. You just have to get it right with the next election” I tell him.
“You westerners are all alike. You think everyone wants democracy. But Egypt, we need a strong dictator who doesn’t torture us. We need a dictator, not democracy.”
Boston, MA
March, 2014
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