On Saturday afternoon, I visited a rally outside the United Nations building in New York City, where hundreds had gathered to protest the Mubarak regime in Egypt.
I brought my iPhone—and limited photography skills—to document the gathering.
Egyptian ex-patriots, and Americans of Egyptian ancestry, young and old—though principally young—turned out by the hundreds to the rally in Dag Hammarskjöld Park, despite low temperatures and many inches of accumulated snow.
Some of the gathered were draped in Egyptian flags. Many carried signs. Most were eager to speak of their hopes for their native country's future—and, somewhat more reluctantly, of their fears.
The chanting conveyed mostly hope. Sometimes there were several chants at once—muddled together so indistinctly that I at first thought they were in Arabic. The welter of contrasting voices, in the relative calm of a Second Avenue park, situated next to The Trump World Tower, provided some small inkling of the din and chaos of revolution.