4am in San Francisco, a quiet street outside. I couldn’t sleep. The world seems a little mad with hyperbolic talk of fire and fury. So, now I’m awake with a few moments to think about things that don’t get out in the light of day. One of them being what happened to Bassel Safadi.
Bassel was someone I worked with once on a Book Sprint. I didn’t know him, but he is a good friends of friends of mine. I had this fleeting picture of him ‘just being one of the crew’ in the most normal sense. He wasn’t anyone I connected directly with, he was participating remotely in the event. His buddies were in Berlin with me and Bassel was ‘just there’ somewhere in the ether. Present, friendly, friend of friends.
Months later my buddies said he was imprisoned in Syria. It is at this point I paused to learn more about him. Imprisoned in Syria? What? What did he do? It was an event that stuck out angular, jutting, and severe in my otherwise comfortable world. Its then that I learned just how normal Bassel was. He was just this guy. He did some activist stuff in the area of Free Culture, the sort of stuff I work on. And yet he ended up, as I learned last week, being executed.
It just doesn’t seem fair. It’s not fair. It’s sad and stupid and above all, not normal. I feel for his buddies, his family. But most of all there is this dissonant hole in my understanding of the world. What is it doing there? I don’t understand how this can happen. I don’t think I can understand why this happened. Its just stupid and sad.
Free culture activist Bassel Safadi
Last week we heard the sad news that free culture activist Bassel Safadi, imprisoned in 2013 in Syria and taken from prison in 2015, had been executed.
We have worked with Bassel in the past, without getting to know him directly.
Book Sprints founder Adam Hyde wrote in his blog:
Bassel Safadi