The kingdom of silence grew a little noisier this afternoon.
Yesterday’s protests were a surprise, the result of kids following Facebook pages without a connection to established opposition groups. In fact, when I told one activist that’d I’d run smack into the protest on my way to meet him, he didn’t believe me at first. The last time anyone tried to organize online, for February 4 and 5, the only people who showed up for the supposed days of rage were mukhabarat—swarms of them. I think most people expected yesterday’s attempt to meet the same fate.
Today, it happened the old-fashioned way, with recognizable activists and targeted demands. Political prisoners’ families wrote a statement asking for their relatives’ release, then planned a sit-in at centrally located Marjeh Square, where the Ministry of Interior is located. Like seemingly every protest, it was scheduled to begin at noon. At the last minute, they decided to gather on a side street a half hour early, which may have been a grave mistake. The early start gave security time to gather itself, while isolating any stragglers who may have joined and given the movement more steam.
Security came prepared. Because they were off the main square, I didn’t even see anyone staging a sit-in, just mustachioed men starting to run and snatch people up. As far as I could tell, their first catch was a woman with long, straight black hair, who wailed and writhed as about five men rushed her over to the other side of the square. Another woman followed shortly thereafter. From there, they simply stuffed people into white vans, shoving them on top of one another. One van I saw must have had 20 people in it, falling on top of one another.
As they cleared each area of the protestors holding photos of detained family members, they moved in with their own protestors holding photos of the president. Journalists for state TV with big cameras perched on their rushed to cover these. One pro-government demonstrator had a little girl perched on his shoulders. She, too, was promising to sacrifice for Bashar. Around the square, the leather jackets stood in clusters, lining the barricaded side streets. There were hundreds, at least. Some are reporting 2,000. Amid each outburst of pro-government fervor from the hired hands would emerge one or two protestors, who then would quickly be carted off.
Most alarming were the arrests of the bystanders. One woman in a white hijab was standing by herself near the entrance to a side street. Three men approached her and opened her bag. Finding a document they didn’t like, they began to grab at her and drag her away from the square. Her brow furrowed worriedly and she began to cry out, then disappeared quickly out of sight.
I don’t really know where any of this goes from here. Some of the biggest cowboys in the activist community—including firebrand Suhair Al Atassi—went down with the ship today. According to one activist keeping track, the tally is now at 36, but I suspect it could be higher. Hopefully, they’ll all be released within a few hours, as often happens, but the most outspoken among them may be in there for a while longer. The opposition in Syria isn’t organized the same way it was in Egypt, nor does everyone in it think that noisy revolution, rather than reform, is the answer. The best case scenario, I think, is for some kind of negotiation between the government and opposition figures in the coming weeks that will fast-track a few key reforms. In the absence of functional, organized opposition groups, the fuel for demonstrations is the adrenaline of these revolutionary times alone, and that is not enough. Against a state in which the army and the party are still very much united, anything more dramatic than that would likely take years of prep time. Perhaps this sounds pessimistic, but I don’t actually think it is. For a president seen by many Syrians as a reformer pushing back against an old guard, this is a moment rich with opportunity.