Once I revolted for the whole world, for Vietnam, for Korea, for Yemen, for Nicaragua, for South Africa, for Natives and Blacks in America.

My father on the streets of Tehran, in 1953, watching the tanks roll into town. I remember the flying dollars that brought the tanks and their bitterness to our lives.

Afzali gave me the flyer. University students walking out in protest against teh killings. I was ready. I revolted against the Shah on February 25, 1978, at exactly ten minutes to 8 a.m. Time enough to call others who’d be willing to walk out with us. We became eight, four girls, four boys, barely seventeen. Abdi, Afzali, Ashraf, Boheyri, Jamshidi, Najafi, Rastgoo, Simayi.


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