Of course, that last part is nothing new. Just a month ago, the streets of Tehran were full of protesters marching against the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps, knowing they could be killed for doing so. And yet they came, and they came in droves. The sounds of the regime’s bullets were contrasted with the sounds of Iranians, singing and dancing, throwing away their mandatory veils and showing their hair. There was such joy to it. “Woman, life, freedom,” they chanted. If that is not emblematic of Iran’s spirit, then I don’t know what is.