I met him several times when I was in Beirut, twice in the Democratic Left’s headquarters, and once again at a rally. I sat right across from him at a table in that headquarters - as an observer, of course. I can’t say I was scared when I was in Lebanon. I wasn’t, and I wished my wife could have gone with me. But when I sat across from him at those meetings I did feel a bit like I was in the line of fire. I guess I was right.
I can’t say I knew him well, but I did know him. On the surface at any rate, he was a kind, gentle, warm, and welcoming person.
Read the whole post at the link. Also follow Michael's links to the tributes at Lebanese Political Journal (mark that homepage on your browser while you're at it) and Reason Online.
Deepest sympathy to all those who knew Samir Kassir. And may Lebanon see freedom, security, and peace in our day.