Square go: once again, the heart of Egypt becomes a battlefield
EighT feet tall and crowned with coils of barbed wire, the concrete barrier slices Mohammed Mahmoud Street in two.
On one side, desert tanks and khaki-clad Egyptian troops guard the rubble-strewn streets leading to the Ministry of the Interior. Across the ad hoc wall, a band of red-jacketed volunteers keep members of an enraged crowd from clambering over and avenging six days of bloodshed that have claimed 41 lives and injured thousands.
“Peaceful! Peaceful!” goes the chant. For now it holds.
It is on this precarious frontier – built by military police early on Thursday morning – where Egypt’s political crisis finds its starkest, most tangible expression: a face-off between defiant protesters and a military government that has continued all the worst practices of the Mubarak regime it helped oust in February.
What followed were several days of intense, haphazard streetfighting – first to secure Tahrir, later to push on to the interior ministry in a long-held vendetta against the brutal engine of Mubarak's rule which now falls under the military's control.
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