As the years went by, it became obvious to me that our sellout was not accidental. Yet despite that I choose to remain silent.

I watched Hela Erroukbi, Adel Adella (al mindhar) and Imed Ktata (kathaya fil moujtamaa) as they ridiculed themselves and us, live on TV time and again, yet through it all I remained silent.

I watched friends of mine, those who succumbed to the inevitable (marriage !), cheering the political left from their eagle nests high on the hills of Gammarth and then sending their children to private schools, yet I was silent.

I watched intransigent communists once ready to go to extremes in the cause of freedom now go to extremes in the pursuit of more earthly things, yet I was silent.

I watched friends who had been brutalized the day the food riots broke out now wearing the uniform and tear gassing/brutalizing others, yet I was silent.

I watched my entire generation make its separate peace with society and console itself with football, al-jazeera, the web, big brother, Lamine Nehdi, fame factory, pusy, Catherine Zeta Jones(Huummmm...), Adel Imam, Nawal Zogby, the where abouts of Ben Laden, the wealth of the Trabelsi..., yet I was silent.

Now it’s time to tell the truth about us.

To appease my soul and to make up for my sins and the sins of my generation I’ve decided to take my pen and write it down. For too long I have aimed at hapless pensioners and die hard losers, never at my own generation, now... More in sorrow than anger... I will do just that.

My contemporaries might feel betrayed by this cross-examination, some may call me the traitor... Judas in some, but nothing will stop me from leaving an eyewitness account, as much detailed as possible, to future generations of the rise and fall of generation X.

J’ACCUSE (to be continued)