“Please God. Please make it stop.”

[DJKeefy]

I have been forced to leave Cairo prematurely following a horrific sexual and physical attack in Tahrir Square.

by Natasha Smith

The atmosphere was one of jubilation, excitement, and happiness as I walked, accompanied by two male companions for safety along Kasr El Nil bridge. I had had an awful day, caused by problems in personal relationships, so I was so happy to be in such a wonderful environment, getting such amazing footage. Women, children and fathers smiled, waved, and cheered happily at the camera, calling out the widely used phrase “welcome to Egypt! Welcome!”. Fireworks lit up the sky. It was a moving and captivating experience.

Just as I realised I had reached the end of the bridge, I noticed the crowd became thicker, and decided immediately to turn around to avoid Tahrir Square. My friends and I tried to leave. I tried to put my camera back in my rucksack.

But in a split second, everything changed. Men had been groping me for a while, but suddenly, something shifted. I found myself being dragged from my male friend, groped all over, with increasing force and aggression. I screamed. I could see what was happening and I saw that I was powerless to stop it. I couldn’t believe I had got into this situation.

My friend did everything he could to hold onto me. But hundreds of men were dragging me away, kicking and screaming. I was pushed onto a small platform as the crowd surged, where I was hunched over, determined to protect my camera. But it was no use. My camera was snatched from my grasp. My rucksack was torn from my back – it was so crowded that I didn’t even feel it. The mob stumbled off the platform – I twisted my ankle.

Men began to rip off my clothes. I was stripped naked. Their insatiable appetite to hurt me heightened. These men, hundreds of them, had turned from humans to animals.

Hundreds of men pulled my limbs apart and threw me around. They were scratching and clenching my breasts and forcing their fingers inside me in every possible way. So many men. All I could see was leering faces, more and more faces sneering and jeering as I was tossed around like fresh meat among starving lions.

I shouted “salam! Salam! Allah! Allah!”. In my desperate state I also shouted “ma’is salaama!” which actually means “goodbye” – just about the worst possible thing to say to a horde of men trying to ruin me. I might as well have yelled “goodbye cruel world! Down I go!”

A small minority of men, just a couple at first, tried to protect me and guide me to a tent. The tent was crushed, its contents scattered into shards all over the ground. I was barefoot as they stole my nice new shoes. I was tossed around once more, being violated every second. I was dragged naked across the dirty ground. Men pulled my blonde hair – a beacon of my alien identity.

The men trying to protect me tried to guide me into another tent. I was able to scramble onto the ground.I sat with my back against a chair and surveyed the surging mob. Although a few men tried to form a human shield around me, offering me rags to cover my bruised body, men were still able to touch me. There were just too many.

I felt surprisingly calm. I understood what was happening and just transcended into a detached state of mind. I gazed around at the bared teeth and raging eyes. The tent began to collapse and I was cloaked in a huge sheet. I was struggling to breathe. One man lifted a tent pole and attempted to strike me with it.

At this point, I said aloud to myself, calmly, over and over, “please God. Please make it stop. Please God. Please make it stop.”

I’m not religious. But at times of desperation, we all feel compelled to appeal to some higher power to save us. It’s human nature. The need to feel safe and loved is what compels many to reach for religion in the first place.

An ambulance forced its way through the crowd. It opened its doors, and was invaded by tens of men. It closed up and drove away.

I began to think, “maybe this is just it. Maybe this is how I go, how I die. I’ve had a good life. Whether I live or die, this will all be over soon. Maybe this is my punishment for some of the emotional pain I’ve caused others through some foolish mistakes and poor judgement recently. I hope it’s quick. I hope I die before they rape me.”

I looked up and saw a couple of women in burkas scattered around. They looked at me blankly, then looked away.

After 5-10 minutes, my friend managed to convince people inside a medical tent to form a pathway through the crowd to guide me into the tent. During transit I was mauled and invaded.

I reached the tent and saw my friend Callum. Muslim women surrounded me and frantically tried to cover my naked body. I fell to the ground and apparently temporarily lost consciousness.

The women told me the attack was motivated by rumours spread by trouble-making thugs that I was a foreign spy, following a national advertising campaign warning of the dangers of foreigners. But if that was the cause, it was only really used as a pretext, an excuse, to molest and violate a blonde young Western girl.

The men outside remained thirsty for blood; their prey had been cruelly snatched from their grasp. They peered in, so I had to duck down and hide. They attempted to attack the tent, and those inside began making a barricade out of chairs. They wanted my blood.

Women were crying and telling me “this is not Egypt! This is not Islam! Please, please do not think this is what Egypt is!” I reassured her that I knew that was the case, that I loved Egypt and its culture and people, and the innate peacefulness of moderate Islam. She appeared stunned. But I’m not really a vengeful person and I could see through the situation. This vicious act was not representative of the place I had come to know and love.

After much heated debate, it was decided that Callum and I would leave separately to avoid attracting attention. I was disguised in a burka and men’s clothes and ordered to hold the hand of an Egyptian stranger who would pretend to be my husband. I was terrified but I could see it was the only way out, and had to decide to trust him.

He pulled me through the crowds out of the back of the tent. He told me: “don’t cry. Do not cry. Look normal.”

I was barefoot, dodging broken glass and debris, trawling through mud and dirt. My inner reserves of strength kicked in, and I stopped crying and just thought “keep calm and carry on.”

My trousers had clearly belonged to someone much fatter, and were falling down.

I thought I was being led to an ambulance, or to hospital. The man sat me down by the side of the road, still ordering me not to cry. Eventually, his friends turned up, with Callum. They explained that they couldn’t take us to hospital since they might be arrested if they were seen with us.

One man helpfully suggested: “you want to go to McDonalds? Get some food?” I declined this generous offer of culinary compensation for the evening’s events. Surprisingly, I wasn’t really in the mood for a Big Mac.

Callum and I went on our way. We eventually hailed a taxi. Upon reaching a government hospital downtown, we tried to explain the situation. People stared at us blankly, sloping around the corridors. We were turned away and told to go to a nearby hospital instead. Nobody would take us; we just had to walk there.

Upon arrival, I was eventually ushered into a small cubicle. Two men asked “are you pregnant? Married? A virgin?” They seemed displeased by my response of “no”.

They led me back outside to sit with Callum. I was refused examination and treatment. Eventually I decided I’d just have to check for damage myself. I went to the bathroom and couldn’t believe the reflection. I was dirty, wounded, with hair like a tramp and eyes wide with shock.

For 2-3 hours, people strolled past us, a couple of them making vague attempts at phonecalls to the embassy. At every stage, Callum did everything in his power to speed up the process and talk sense into everyone. It was thanks to him that the people in the medical tent saved me. He effectively saved my life.

Somehow, we ended up with the embassy thinking we were at the police station, the hospital staff not realising we were still at the hospital, and the police thinking we were…god knows where.

I was sat in a room full of men. One of them seemed to be taking a photo of me. I’m not sure why, as I wasn’t exactly looking glamorous. It all made my heart race.

It was Callum’s phonecalls (he had to use other people’s phones as both of ours had been stolen) that bore fruit. Finally our friends turned up with a lady from the embassy. I was taken to a private hospital where a doctor’s first question was “are you married?”, which is of course the most important question to be asking a victim of mass sexual abuse.

He and a female nurse (who only reluctantly kept me covered up) looked briefly at the damage and just wandered off, saying that because I didn’t have internal bleeding, they couldn’t do anything. A useful trip, that was.

Finally, I was taken home by my friends, and put to bed. I didn’t want to tell my family right away, as I knew it would destroy them.

Yesterday, I had a proper examination and darted around sorting things out, spending an eternity giving a police report. People with me were reduced to tears, but I didn’t real feel like crying. People kept telling me “you’re being so brave”, but I just felt like getting on with it. Maybe it’ll catch up with me in a few days, I don’t know.

A few things yesterday made me realise the impact this has had on me. During the examination, which was carried out by a woman, I was crying and shaking. To have someone touch me so soon after the event was terrifying.

Later, I couldn’t bear to be around groups of Egyptian men. And when it got dark, I panicked, and couldn’t bear to look any man in the eye. I clung to Callum all day. As we drove around Cairo, I couldn’t help but think “of all the people we’ve driven past today, one of them must have been in that crowd of hundreds last night. Just one.”

I am determined to continue with my documentary at some point. I have no equipment, (not even any of my photos) am nervous about the possibility of not getting my insurance to cover all the equipment and everything taken from me, and no money to resume the process. But I’ll get there. I have to find a silver lining to this experience. I have to spread awareness; it is my duty to do so. I have to do this; I will not be driven into submission. I will overcome this and come back stronger and wiser. My documentary will be fuelled by my passion to help make people aware of just how serious this issue is, and that it’s not just a passing news story that briefly gets people’s attention then is forgotten. This is a consistent trend and it has to stop. Arab women, western women – there are so many sufferers.

I am determined to return to this wonderful country and city that I love, and meet its people once again. I am determined to challenge the stereotypes and preconceptions that people have of Arab women back in the UK and the US. I have so much to say, and I will say it, in time.

So, to anyone taking risks, whether in the UK or worldwide, please, take care, and don’t make the same mistakes. Don’t be swept up in a wave of euphoria. Don’t let anything cloud your judgement. I was not focused enough because I was distracted by the wonderful atmosphere which was cheering me up after a difficult day.

But don’t let yourself become a victim. Don’t let bad experiences ruin your life and determine your future. One of the worst things two nights ago was that I had never felt so powerless. I had no control and I was violated. But now I can take control and rebuild my confidence, and learn from my experience.

Nothing, and nobody, will hold me back. When I’m ready, I’ll finish this. The show must go on.

Thank you very much for reading.

Source and other comments: http://natashajsmith.wordpress.com/2012 ... e-it-stop/

[LovelyLadyLux]

Hmmm - interesting and very reflective of the attitude of Egyptian men towards women and pointing out the very real differences in eastern and western cultures, thoughts, attitudes, actions etc.

[Horus]

It is always difficult to comment on such things in a dispassionate manner, my first reaction is to say what unspeakable animals to treat any woman in this way regardless of ethnicity or religion. Then again, although this does not justify it in any way, you do have to ask why this person was so foolish as to get into this sort of situation to begin with, it is my opinion that some people should never be let out unsupervised as their judgement seems to be severely lacking. This type of mob behaviour is not uncommon and I could quote you many examples of it happening especially in third world countries and it always happens when hyped up protesters or communities focus their attention on a person or a particular group. There does not even need to be a trigger other than one person starting it, I have personally rescued local people from ‘instant justice’ mobs during my time abroad. All it needs is for one person to shout “thief” and the mob will give chase, often beating and punching the victim until they are nearly dead and in the worse cases they do die from such beatings.

To me one of the worst aspects of this is that some of the women stood by and just watched, it’s as if they did not see another woman being brutalised, but rather just an object to be abused and no doubt that is how may of them must perceive western women. I can just imagine the reaction from Mrs H if she witnessed something like that, she may be petite, but she would have waded in like a wildcat.

This may well be an isolated incident, but it demonstrates two things, first that the genii is well and truly out of the bottle as far as law and order is concerned and secondly because actions like this go unpunished then the general impression will be that Westerners are fair game and any fear of punishment for this type of behaviour is diminished. As this type of attitude starts to spread then it is easy to see how a frustrated population can so easily turn upon any minority for no apparent reason just to vent their anger, again you only have to look back to recent history for many such examples.

[LovelyLadyLux]

You summed this up quite well H. These sorts of scenerios do bring all sorts of reactions and before I feel I could comment in depth I'd have to know more.......was this a touristy type person walking about dressed to look to Egyptian men like the proverbial hooker? Not that that condones this sort of action/reaction however sometimes 'we' fail to recognize that 'we' are "IN" a different country who tends to look at what we take for granted with entirely different eyes. Again not that this condones the actions of the mob - BUT - there IS also, as you say, such a thing as mob mentality and it takes nothing to trigger actions that quikcly get out of control.

"Why" didn't Egyptian women intervene? Hard to say and I can imagine the answer could range from - we don't care if another prostitute is getting what she wants to my husband would not want me to get involved with that type of woman to that is what western women like anyway.........

All in all it IS a very sad commentary on the men who participated in any such actions. Failure to punish WILL facilitate this same type of reponse in future - just a matter of when or where.

[Grandad]

This full story appeared in the Daily Mail today so it has reached a wide UK readership.

Natasha is only 21 and is due to start working next month as a researcher for Channel 4's new series Unreported World. I hope that with time she can rise above the horrific experience that she had in Cairo and get on with a very promising career.

I wish her well and shall be looking out for her work in the future.

[Horus]

I saw it in The Mail myself and thought well here is another good advert for tourism ........... not!

[Grandad]

I saw it in The Mail myself and thought well here is another good advert for tourism ........... not!

Horus I certainly do not think that events concerning the harassment of visitors to Egypt should be hidden from the public. This was an extreme case and not the norm. But we have heard of other instances where visitors have been verbally abused and spat on and, until some action is taken to clean things up, if this reflects in low visitor numbers so be it. They only have themselves to blame.

It would not surprise me if in due course we see an end to tourism in Egypt as we have known it. I count myself lucky to have been to the country on many occasions and enjoyed the genuine hospitality of the people and seen the many treasures of Egypts heritage.

[Horus]

Oh I entirely agree with you Grandad, they only have themselves to blame, I am certainly not one of those bleeding hearts that believe we should just accept things for what they are just “because we love the Egyptian people”. Bugger that for a start, if they want to have a revolution that makes things worse and kill off tourism in the bargain then that’s their problem, I will just go elsewhere for my holidays. I have also spent many very enjoyable holidays in Egypt and enjoyed the hospitality, but I also realise that behind the smile is the expectation of reward, I have also become sick and tired of the aggravation that seems to grow worse each day. I don’t want to listen to all the rubbish about it being a part of their culture etc. if for example they are too stupid to realise that constantly harassing a tourist as they are trying to do some shopping is actually deterring people, then that is their own fault, lets be honest they do not follow their own people around hassling them when they are shopping. The other thing is double pricing, we hear the usual garbage about “it also happens in the UK” but even so, how often do you go into a shop in the UK and expect that the shop keeper will as a matter of course try to overcharge you just because of your nationality? very few I would say.

There is a lot of difference between higher prices in tourist areas and down right attempts to swindle you out of money. Law and order is always a big factor, why would anyone of sane mind put themselves in obvious danger? But once again we hear the old Chestnut of how the UK has bad areas and “I feel safer walking around Luxor than London”. Well that may be true for them, but I don’t live in London and I feel quite safe walking around my streets thank you very much and at one time Luxor used to feel no different to that. I usually avoid places where I do not feel safe, ergo I do not wander around unsavoury areas in this country, or in France, or Spain, or in America, or anywhere else for that matter, so why should I have to put up with the obvious increase in petty thefts and nasty behaviour of a certain part of the Luxor population and then be told by someone else that I should feel safer there than here in the UK, because quite frankly I would not.

[LovelyLadyLux]

I don't know much here about the reporter being assaulted in Tahrir Square amid the joyous outcry of the MB getting into power. I DO however vividly recall seeing an American newscrew covering the Arab Spring and having one of their women reporters assaulted. I remember watching her on TV tell her story of being attacked and OMG the woman was looking like she was walking down a sunny street HERE in the USA of a mid-afternoon. Not that anybody deserves to be attacked or molested but one would think that a MAJOR TV NeWS Company would have the common sense to brief their women news people on appropriate attire prior to going to a foreign country. I couldn't believe that this women clad in a tank top, low cut jeans, blonde hair all a flutter was 'stupid' enough to go parading through Tahrir Square during the time of a protest. With this memory in mind this is why I would want and need more details about this women prior to commenting.

Again I'm not saying anybody should deserve this type of treatment. It is abhorrent that men cannot 'control' themselves etc. but it is also equally the responsibility of an apparent 'intelligent' newspaperwomen to 'know' where she is going and what the customs are.

I'm happy I saw Egypt when I did. I do believe it will change and I highly doubt the MB will care about tourism in time. While Egypt was a great place to visit it really, for me, wasn't anywhere I'd want to live. The harrassment was ridiculous. The constant "I'll do this tiny tidbit for you BUT you're going to pay through the nose for it." And, they really do not live like that with each other. Ahhhh well - I think the 'Egypt' we all knew will be gone and we should count ourselves lucky for seeing it when we did as am thinking those days are rapidly going to be over.