As a connoisseur of the many different forms of street art – this first hit me during a recent visit to Libya where I was struck by the fact that many of the motor cars had ugly splashes of paint dabbed, unesthetically, in the corners – covering up part of what the license plate clearly had intended to be visible to the general public. In discussing this with my Libyan colleagues, I was informed that, in the New – and Free – Libya, the population was painting over the hated word “Jamahiriya” given its connections to the old Gadhafi Regime and his Green Book vision of government. Increasingly, only those number plates (the more newly issued versions) which loudly, and very proudly, declared “LIBYA”, were left unembellished by the amateurish art jobs of these newly freed people.
Beautiful – and extremely artistic portraits of the “Martyrs” (the Shaheed) – adorned several walls around the city. Even more poignant photographs of young 18 year olds, 19 year olds, 20 year olds have been placed all over the city to commemorate these martyrs – with dates of birth, and death (mainly in 2011 and 2012) – as evidence of their short lives. Some were accompanied by photos of wives and children – families lost and broken.
More amusing were the depictions of the late leader – with the body of a bee or a rat, being punched in the face by a gloved fist, or hung from a tree, all trussed up with rope – smoke seething from his nose like a dragon. “We have made it” proudly declares another hastily scrawled piece of graffiti on the sea wall looking out over Tripoli’s beautiful harbor to the clear blue Mediterranean.
But it is not just Tripoli that boasts literary and artistic talents on its streets. A January mission to Cairo also provided ample evidence of the Egyptian ability to lampoon their leadership, both past and present, in colorful ways and in strong language – many of which could not be reproduced in a polite blog such as this. My lack of Arabic surely excluded me from some of the juiciest and salacious of these Egyptian declarations of freedom.
And, of course, the place it all began, in Tunisia where – in down town Tunis – the walls declare a pride, at last, in being Tunisian – and offering Facebook thanks for the role that it played in the oft-called “Face-Book Revolution” – the first revolution of the internet age.
Vive La Liberte screams another large spray can painted wall in the heart of Tunis – Liberty at last.
Everywhere new Arab Voices are being seen and heard – and nowhere more colorfully than on the streets, walls, and sides of government buildings in the capitals of the Arab World.