February 6th, 2010
11:29 PM ET

Iran's Islamic Revolution faces off with the Green Movement

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Octavia Nasr | BIO
AC360° Contributor
CNN Senior Editor, Mideast Affairs

Social media sites are abuzz with pictures, cartoons and slogans, calling for massive anti-government demonstrations on Thursday, Feb. 11. The day is also commonly known as "22 of Bahman" in the Iranian calendar.

The choice of avatars on Twitter is not a coincidence. The color green represents what has become known as the Green Movement, a symbol of Iran's opposition. The people who make up the movement took to the streets last year in protest of election results. They have staged many demonstrations since.

For Iranians around the world, this time of year is a commemoration of historic events etched in their memories.


Filed under: Iran • Middle East • Octavia Nasr
February 6th, 2010
07:29 AM ET

Dear President Obama #383: Trapped in Indiana: The sequel!

Reporter's Note: Yesterday I told President Obama of my plight, having stumbled into Indiana with my daughter on a college hunting trip with a major winter storm brewing. Today, I pick up the tale.

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Tom Foreman | BIO
AC360° Correspondent

Dear Mr. President,

Another day, another hotel.

As I write this, I am sitting inside yet another Indiana hotel after one of the most harrowing six hour drives of my life. Seriously, I would rather be forced to watch a 24 hour marathon of “The View” than face such horrors again.

Here is the latest in my saga. As planned, my elder daughter and I spent most of the day on one of these college visits. Notre Dame, as legions of previous scholars have found, is magnificent. Really a lovely place filled with souls dedicated to education. Too bad none of them recognized my slack-jawed, dull-eyed failure to grasp just how deeply my logic was flawed when I said cavalierly, “Oh yes, when we are done here, we’re going to drive down to Indianapolis.” Certainly they could have called some sort of authority from the state hospital to come tie me up for my own safety and sanity, if not my child’s, but no.