By Mohamed Brahimi
By Mohamed Brahimi
Boston – I can’t think of anything that warrants seeking the help of a mental health professional than having dreams about the political process in Morocco or lack thereof. My dreams often lack the simple sophistication of a trained housewife’s shopping list. But to dream about winners and losers in a fight where I have no dogs is very alarming and a genuine cause of worry
I dreamed about the PJD suffering a crushing defeat. I saw Benkirane sobbing and this time it was for real. Shedding tears as Benkirane always does to appeal to people’s emotions was an exercise in futility. The game was over and the Party of Authenticity and Modernity (PAM), the PJD’s staunchest rival and an establishment’s sweetheart, had a clean sweep. Benkirane tried to cry foul, but his weeping was quickly dismissed as crocodile ploy. His populist speech fell on deaf ears. He was starting to sound like a broken record and it was abundantly clear that he was even sensing that in the way he paused to recollect his broken uncoordinated thoughts. His riveting impromptu speech was moving no one.
The crowds were not going wild as they often do even when Benkirane makes a silly statement. Benkirane realized that the rug had been pulled from under his feet in such a swift manner that he was struggling to maintain the balance of his party in the merciless political scene. I could easily spot those in the audience who came merely to gloat and to hear Benkirane give his concession speech. I could tell them from apart by the obvious sneer on their faces and the soft mumble that they would utter every time Benkirane says something in an attempt to save face.
I mustered enough courage to walk up to one of them and ask him a very blunt question. “Is it safe to assume that you are savoring this moment?” Without batting an eyelash, the gentleman who looked in his thirties and exhibited signs of a devout Muslim judging from his nicely groomed thick beard and a dark blemish smack in the middle of his forehead: “Benkirane and his party have happily served as a willing accomplice in the biggest revolt crushing operation in Morocco’s history.
Things could have taken a different turn had it not been for the PJD’s acquiescence to the will of the establishment instead of that of the people. The establishment very cunningly used the PJD to absorb and cushion popular anger that marked the era dubbed in journalistic terminology as the Arab Spring”
Pretty eloquent from a random guy you encounter in your dream. I walked away from him thinking about this so called Arab spring where abruptly things were nipped in the bud and no bird was allowed to chirp.
My wife woke me up to let me know that there will be no Folgers in my cup this morning because I forgot to stop by the market and get the Java beans. That was more depressing than dreaming about politics.
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