There I was, back on the intersection behind the Egyptian Museum
where only five days ago – it feels like five months – I choked on tear gas
as Mubarak's police thugs, the baltigi, the drug addict ex-prisoner cops,
were slipped through the lines of state security policemen to beat, bludgeon
and smash the heads and faces of the unarmed demonstrators, who eventually
threw them all out of Tahrir Square and made it the Egyptian uprising. Back
then, we heard no Western support for these brave men and women. Nor did we
hear it yesterday.