[It will be a long, difficult uphill climb for the people of Libya. As they rose in rebellion against the dictator Gaddafi, there were few and paltry democratic and revolutionary instruments to organize, unite, and lead their struggle. Now, the Gaddafi family is on the run, but opportunist and oppressive vultures–both domestic and imperialist– are unleashing their own reign of terror on the very people who have challenged Gaddafi with such high hopes, and on African migrants subjected to racist stereotypes. The people have the challenge to seize back the struggle that has been taken from them, and to begin the remaking of a society in great pain. In this, the struggle is complex and difficult, but similar in some important ways to the challenge in the other countries of the Arab Spring. — Frontlines ed.]
Evidence of Libya massacres?
Alex Thomson witnesses the terror of black Africans accused by rebels of being
mercenaries and evidence of alleged massacres by Gaddafi forces.
Mass graves of people opposed to Gaddafi
Now fears of disease rise as bodies pile up on the streets
Taking away dead is a priority as Tripoli struggles with a shortage of medicine, water, fuel and food
The Wall of Martyrs in Benghazi yesterday
By Kim Sengupta in Tripoli
The shots came from two of the high-rise buildings, long bursts of Kalashnikov fire which made the rebel fighters on the ground scatter in alarm. The stubborn resistance at Abu Salim hospital, the last redoubt of the Gaddafi loyalists in Tripoli, was not yet over.
The scale of the fighting is now much reduced, but the bodies keep piling up – civilians caught up in the crossfire during the fierce violence of the past few days; fighters from both sides killed in action; those summarily executed, black men by the rebels for being alleged mercenaries, and political prisoners by the regime.
Outside Bab al-Aziziyah, Muammar Gaddafi’s fortress stormed last week, the dead, mainly from sub-Saharan Africa, many with their hands tied behind their back, some gagged, have been left on display on the roadside by the revolutionaries. Inside Abu Salim, the dead from the mortuary, some with marks of manacles on their wrists, spill into other rooms at the hospital. Continue reading