5 Survival Lessons From Inside a Real World Dystopia

Were those guys actually guilty? Who knows -- an angry mob of revolutionaries full of pent-up rage is subject to even less oversight than the corrupt Egyptian cops who were unjustly pummeling them in the first place. As Adam put it, "They gradually become enforcers of a 'law' that is essentially a result of their own opinions and sometimes mood."

Jim, the British student/teacher who was working in Cairo during the second revolution, had to avoid the protests entirely -- white people don't blend in terribly well in Egypt, and word was beginning to spread that foreigners were secretly spies, aligned with whatever hated ruler happened to be in power. "You were at risk even trying to have a look. It was a running joke among me and my friends ... me looking like a spy." Jim wasn't just being paranoid -- an American student (in Egypt to teach English, just like Jim) was stabbed to death at a protest by pro-military rebels swarming an office of the Muslim Brotherhood. He wasn't attempting to block the entrance or hold anyone back -- he was literally just standing there, being obviously non-Egyptian, and he took a knife to the chest for his trouble.

The fact is, large groups of angry people don't tend to make the best decisions, and suddenly handing them the reins of power after decades of government pacification gradually dulls the "righteous fury of revolution" to the less-dazzling "self-righteous fury of revolution," until eventually all you have is just plain old fury. And once the government is out of the picture, the only thing left to vent that fury on are the people you claimed to be fighting for in the first place. It's like that friend you had in 5th grade who was really cool until he became a hall monitor and immediately transformed into an insufferable shitbasket.

Adam recalls: "As I was walking past one of these rallies, which was rather unhelpfully setting up barricades to block one of the vital [roads] ... I watched the glee with which they began refusing passage to the cars that had begun to pile up, forcing them to U-turn and drive away. It may have been for a political cause on the macro level, but on the micro level there was an unequivocal sense of giddiness."

Without a doubt, that giddiness was originally born from the triumph of successfully standing up to a terrible, oppressive government. But at some point, you realize there are certain people in that crowd who just saw a blank check to harass people. This is, we suppose, why revolutions often just result in other revolutions -- the movement gets co-opted by people who simply wanted their own turn in the asshole chair.

Several police stations and prisons were targeted by revolutionaries with ties to the Muslim Brotherhood, an international organization that had recently announced its support of the uprising, resulting in the systematic jailbreak of over 20,000 inmates, including a handful of high-level members of the Brotherhood (one of whom, Mohammed Morsi, would eventually become president -- until he would get deposed just a year later when the whole thing repeated itself). The police realized they were outnumbered and left the citizens to fend for themselves.

And, the second the last cop dropped his riot shield and ran screaming over the horizon, roving gangs of looters began rampaging unchecked through the streets like platoons of Australian motorcycle raiders. Rational non-maniacs like Adam had to band together to try to keep people safe once the cops pulled out. "People took to the streets and formed checkpoints in their neighborhoods ... if you did not know who your neighbors were, then you ran the risk of not knowing who was a potential threat and who was not, and, more importantly, it would be difficult to determine who could be trusted if push came to shove (as it sometimes did)."

In other words, if the only time you ever exchange words with your neighbor is to ask if he would mind turning C&C Music Factory down a few decibels, chances are you wouldn't be able to team up and form a New World Coalition in the event that society breaks down. You'll be on your own, and that's a problem. "The more tightly knit communities fared the best; when they pooled their resources, they took control of larger areas and were able to tightly control access through a consistent presence ... safety in numbers held true, particularly in terms of reducing soft target appeal. Why attack a place that is protected by 20 armed people when there are areas with barely anyone in the street?"

So if your apocalypse strategy is to barricade yourself inside your house with a rifle and a six-month supply of SpaghettiOs, rest assured that the bunker-busting robbery squad rolling up and down your street has taken notice of the fact that you are completely alone. It's always better to be part of a like-minded group, even if it means sharing your SpaghettiOs.

Speaking of which ...

Adam was young and healthy and baby-less in early 2011, just before all of the shit in Egypt hit the fan, so you might think he would have been more or less OK just holing up inside his house with a laptop. You would be very wrong. You see, just before President Mubarak got booted out of office, the embattled Egyptian government cut off all Internet access in a last-ditch attempt to prevent a large-scale revolt, presumably hoping the people's desire to torrent Game of Thrones would overwhelm their desire to tear free from the 30-year bonds of subjugation.

The blackout extended beyond just the Internet -- mobile phone carriers were forced to suspend their services too. Now, that may sound like a minor inconvenience, but think about what would happen if every communication network in the country suddenly went down. That means no electronic transactions, which means everything has to be paid for in cash in a sea of lawless malcontents. So, how much cash do you keep on hand? Now, imagine you're in this situation while visiting another country, like Jim was.

Only a few ATMs were still working, but these were out in public spaces in a city which suddenly had no police presence to speak of. If people wanted to pay for food with anything other than the barter system, they had to venture out to make a cash withdrawal, which is the equivalent of wading through Deep Blue Sea in an albacore track suit.

See, this is the other part that never gets mentioned in "Let's take down the evil emperor" epics like Braveheart or Star Wars -- the fact that during the historic uprising, most people are still trying to get to work, and buy groceries, and live their lives. Which means ...

"Normal," it turns out, is a punishingly relative term.

The next time Adam came back to Cairo, there were widespread political rallies and demonstrations all across Egypt; routes were often blocked that made entire sections of the city completely inaccessible. Locals developed a bestselling app to help users navigate this volatile mess by sending out important traffic updates such as "people firing AK-47s into the sky -- use alternate route."

Adam didn't realize how jaded he had become to the city-burning violence until the day he watched two armed factions battle it out across a nearby bridge and wondered if that shit was going to muck up his afternoon commute. "My main concern was whether they would be done before my shift was done, or would traffic be hell because of all this trouble?"

It's like planning a vacation, only instead of rain you're trying to avoid the stirring fires of revolution. Said Jim: "Every Friday there were protests; you organized your life around them: 'Oh, there's a protest on Friday, let's stay out of the city center.' For the January Revolution anniversary we went to Dahab [a small town on the opposite end of the country], because we knew there'd be big protests ... you're constantly watching the news, and you treat new political rallies and developments like storm fronts moving in."

As we mentioned, after President Mubarak was given the boot and the country languished without an official president for a full year, the recently jail-sprung Morsi was elected into what would turn out to be a very short-lived presidency. During that time, Jim was teaching English to children ages 6 to 11, which traditionally is an age group that pays the exact same amount of attention to national politics as they do to the rules of etiquette governing the ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese's.

However, kids are pretty good at parroting whatever politically charged vitriol comes out of their parents' mouths, regardless of whether or not they really understand what they're saying. And, when mom and dad come home bloody because of political rhetoric, or don't come home at all, you'd better believe those kids are going to repeat that shit.

"I was teaching English, and I taught them the word 'thief' at one point, and this 11-year-old says, 'Oh the Muslim Brotherhood, they're thieves,'" Jim said. As if this were part of the lesson plan and the kid was just helpfully reminding him that he'd skipped over it. "You couldn't go through a day without speaking about politics. You'd introduce yourself to someone, and they would almost always ask, 'What do you think about Morsi? What do you think about the Muslim Brotherhood?'"

And, keep in mind, you'd better be very goddamned careful about how you answer a question like that in a country where a judge recently sentenced 720 people to death for being alleged Muslim Brotherhood supporters after what could just barely be called a trial. Just in the last year, the new government has killed more than 1,400 people and thrown another 16,000 in jail. Most of whom were supporters of Morsi -- the last guy who got thrown out -- who want him back in. If that happens, there'll be a whole different list of arrest warrants, for the other side.

And on and on it goes.

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