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Al-Ahram Weekly On-line 18 - 24 June 1998 Issue No.382 |
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President Mubarak presenting Salama with an award on Media Day, 1994 |
"This is a contradiction in the minds of those in positions of responsibility. It shows that our educational philosophy is on the wrong track, and will produce a generation of intellectual cripples, unable to respond to rational thought. [The retraction] has reinforced extremism and undermined all that the government is doing to fight it. He will not ride "the waves of demagoguery" -- emotions in rational analysis are anathema to him.
He has been likened in status to independent writers like Mustafa Amin and Ahmed Bahaaeddin -- especially the latter, for the traits they share: rationality and a bird's-eye view of society, an almost philosophic distance, and the consistent discovery of aspects others have overlooked.
Some critics say his courage is belated, a recent phenomenon, discovered when he had little to lose, having approached retirement age. He never pushes things to the limit -- fights his battles in suit and tie.
He dismisses the argument coolly. "This is nonsense. Lots of people have approached retirement without showing any courage. As managing editor of Al-Ahram, I have always walked a tightrope, kept the balance between steering the newspaper along its traditional lines, which fall within the government's policies, and my weekly articles and columns, which have often criticised the government. This, by the way, has not been easy." Prices paid: he has always kept his distance from "formal positions, which I felt would make me compromise my views".
Still, he claims no heroics, and admits that he is "making use of the margin of freedom, which has increased, in spite of everything, because freedom of the press has become an important part of the system's legitimacy".
And there is a always a point at which he will stop, he confesses: "If what I say will be misinterpreted as my being against the system, or if I feel it is to no avail." Perhaps because of this self-restraint, the ability to evaluate his own work from the outside, his columns have never been censored.
He criticises "policies, but never persons. I never write of state secrets which I cannot verify as a journalist, and never argue anything unless I can substantiate it."
And so he has turned the conservative guidelines of the national press, which some perceive as restrictions, into advantages protecting him as a writer. He charges and retreats, a prudent warrior who does not lose sight of his aim, out there on the horizon.
Does he feel alone at times? "Yes, as if in a desert."
The plants waved from their boxes in the bay window of the apartment in Mohandessin, shielding the living room replete with paintings, tapestries and books from the changing street outside. He sat in the cozy armchair under the lamp, near the shelf full of books -- his favorite spot at home. Here are novels by John Le Carré, the 1961 edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, and Kant and Kierkegaarde as well as Bertrand Russel and Gamal Hamdan.
He studied philosophy with Zaki Naguib Mahmoud. The mentor could be the reason for the distance he likes to keep -- close up, yet uninvolved.
In the den are works of Arabic literature, especially poetry, which he loves. He masters the language, bringing to full force its potential brevity. In his columns, his evocative descriptions of Siwa Oasis and the Red Sea have acted on readers' imagination, powerful calls for the protection of the environment. He heads the Arab Association of Environmental Writers, yet remains sceptical of associations which turn into vehicles of self-promotion.
He believes that protection of the environment, of human rights and democracy, are the cornerstones of societies which will survive tomorrow, and that, "on all three counts, we are still at the very beginning."
The cacophony from the narrow streets around the Shooting Club in Mohandessin floated up. He pointed to the left, where the small square at the beginning of the street was once a beautiful spot of green. No more.
Every day he must fight to ward off the encroachments from the street outside. He makes it his business to tell the building's caretaker to watch out for transgressors on the pavement and on the little green that there is, a battle he takes as seriously as his writings on the desperate need for environmental preservation.
On the wall hung an aquarelle of the town hall of Cologne, where Juliane was born, and a portrait of Salama in pastels by Sabry Ragheb "most unrepresentative", she laughed.
His years spent in Germany in the late '50s and '60s were the best part of his career. He met his wife there, and, there too, formed a vision of what it is to be a journalist. He knew what it meant to have a press that is "strong and independent and respected".
He was born in Cairo in 1932. His father, an Arabic language teacher, was from Sharqiya in the Delta. Salama obtained his BA in philosophy in 1953, and obtained a scholarship to pursue his higher studies in Germany, while becoming a foreign correspondent for Akhbar Al-Yom. He stayed for four years, returning to Akhbar Al-Yom in 1964 as diplomatic affairs editor.
He obtained his MA in journalism from the University of Minnesota and came back again when the 1967 June War broke out. He began working at Al-Ahram the following year, then returned to Europe once more, remaining until 1972, as Al-Ahram's correspondent there.
When he came back, he began his weekly foreign policy article, The Meaning of Events.
On the bookshelf in the living room is a small photo of the family, the Salamas with their sons Tarek and Karim, both of whom are married and living in Germany. The snap was taken in a garden near Frankfurt, where the family is united every summer. His philosophy in bringing up the boys? "Their mother was in charge" he is quick to answer.
They were "brought up as well as can be between two worlds," she says. "They acquired their mother's German discipline," he adds. "He is the disciplined one, I am more chaotic," she is quick to answer. Just after sunset is his favourite time of day, provided he has finished reading and writing, and listened to the BBC news at seven.
He and Juliane share the things that people do after almost forty years of marriage: walks at the Shooting Club twice a week, which she insists upon because he does not get enough exercise and because it is the only time they get a chance to talk. They share social life, and views on health, and on life in general. It does not matter to her that he does not have much financial acumen or political ambition.
After a short spell on the board of the Journalists' Syndicate, he did not run again, because of what some may consider an elitist or idealistic rejection of the practicalities of syndicate work.
"In most cases elections revolve around bonuses, pensions and housing for journalists, not issues important to the profession. I could not lobby the government for rewards which are really a disguised form of bribery, in return for journalists compromising their right to an independent and free press."
And yet he won in a landslide when he ran for the Syndicate's board elections: no election campaign, not a single pamphlet or slogan. He won on the sheer force of his reputation.
At work, he is regarded as "a refuge and a criterion", says one journalist: "the person to tell you if where you are going is the right way".
He can be as devastating in his criticism as he is generous with his encouragement. Asked his opinion on an article, he will not skim through cursorily, but will take pains to read it through, marking and writing his comments. Beneath his aloofness is an outgoing personality and, despite his strictness at work, quick rapport with others. Yet some of his colleagues feel his criticism is too harsh at times, just as others say he is too impartial and uninvolved.
He wants to write what he sees, not play a particular role or fit what others think he should be. He is unequivocal in his sense of right and wrong, sees black as black and white as white. But he knows the grey areas are there, and the shadows from which the truths gradually emerge. No final vision is imposed upon his readers. He knocks on doors, making sure they stay ajar.