Egypt on the brink. Who you gonna call? Robert Fisk of course. Today’s Independent carried a fine piece of reportage that shows the veteran war reporter has lost none of his sharpness.
The fighting around me in the square called Tahrir was so terrible that we could smell the blood. The men and women who are demanding the end of Mubarak’s 30-year dictatorship – and I saw young women in scarves and long skirts on their knees, breaking up the paving stones as rocks fell around them – fought back with an immense courage which later turned into a kind of terrible cruelty.
Some dragged Mubarak’s security men across the square, beating them until blood broke from their heads and splashed down their clothes. The Egyptian Third Army, famous in legend and song for crossing the Suez Canal in 1973, couldn’t – or wouldn’t – even cross Tahrir Square to help the wounded.