News broke over the weekend that an Iranian nuclear deal was finally struck in beautiful lakeside Geneva. Well, technically it’s a deal to work towards a deal in six months. So you might ask: Why all the hoopla? After 34 years of silent treatment, crippling sanctions and relentless threats of war by irresponsible crazies, any such diplomatic opening is refreshing.
Within minutes, the airwaves filled with news, chatter and commentary; it seemed like everyone claimed to have their finger on the pulse of the truth.
Joy and relief on one side; rebuke and disgust on the other. The indefatigable NIAC duo, Trita Parsi and Reza Marashi provided minute by minute updates of the negotiations, which were more suspenseful than a Hollywood blockbuster. They finally posted “Congratulations!” — then their beaming faces smiled out above this caption: “...if you’re wondering how happy we are!”
I clicked that “like” button over and over, more than anytime I remember, brimming with optimism in spite of my reservations toward the Islamic regime — even feeling a certain fondness for Mr. Zarif, who in a PR video earlier that week, had extended a reconciliatory hand in tandem with stressing mutual respect and insisting on all rights to peaceful enrichment for his nation under the NPT. I liked his tone.