Oorlog in Libi� #91: Speelgoedgeweren en Stalinorgels

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URGE NILESAT TO STOP BROADCASTING STATE TV INSIDE LIBYA! The Gaddafi Regime has lost its legitimacy by orchestrating ongoing campaigns of violence and murder on Libyan people. Estimates of the death toll vary. According to Wikipedia it may be upwards of 6,000 while the Interim Government places it at over 8000. Yet State Run TV continues to broadcast and be used by the regime to incite violence against innocent Libyan civilians. Gaddafi has banned all media broadcasts inside Libya except for...
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PETITION LETTER

SHUT DOWN Gaddafi State TV!

Greetings,

As a global citizen I am deeply concerned about the war crimes and atrocities that have been committed against peaceful citizens of Libya by the Gaddafi regime.

Recent UN Security Council resolutions have been enacted by the international community to protect the Libyan people from violence and attacks by the Gaddafi regime. Since the Gaddafi regime has lost its legitimacy as the representative of the Libyan people, we urge you to pledge your solidarity to the Libyan citizens and discontinue the broadcasting of all of the Gaddafi regimes satellite channels, in particular the Jamahirya satellite channel, that are being broadcast by your satellites.

The illegitimate Gaddafi regime has been using your satellite services to spread its terror propaganda to the Libyans citizens and people around the world. Furthermore, there have been reports from Libya that coded messages have been disseminated to Gaddafis mercenaries and security forces via Al-Jamahirya satellite TV channel. Please stop broadcasting all of the Gaddafi regimes satellite channels immediately and protect the people of Libya.

I thank you in advance.

Sincerely,

[Your name]

Email sent to AOC ArabSat (ArabSat), Investors Dept (EutelSat Communications), AS Marketing AsiaSat (AsiaSat), SCC AsiaSat (AsiaSat), Marketing Dept. NileSat (NileSat), Saad ArabSat (ArabSat), Salah Hamza (NileSat CTO), NileSat contact, Amin Bassiouni (NileSat CEO), Admin ArabSat, NileSat Bookings, ArabSat Marketing, NileSat contact, NileSat contact, Vanessa OConnor, Fr�d�rique Gautier, Winnie Pang, HQ AsiaSat, Control Centre, William Wade, Michel de Rosen, Khalid Balkheyou, Skylogic S.r.L. (Eutelsat's broadband subsidiary), Sales & Reservations Centre (Eutelsat), and ANIS TECHNOLOGY CENTER on Mar 25, 2011

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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 01:28 schreef MangoTree het volgende:

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Sherlock Holmes

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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 02:25 schreef MangoTree het volgende:
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Dit is van 20 februari.
Al Jazeera signal jammed in Mideast, Libya suspected
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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 09:30 schreef jpjedi het volgende:
CONFIRMED: Coordinates for positions of more Gaddafi forces near #Misrata: 32261441N, 14541639E and 32115581N, 15053800E #Libya #Feb17
web • 23/03/11 00:44

Twitter enters combat

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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 09:25 schreef jpjedi het volgende:
Omfg, de Spooky wordt losgelaten boven Libie.

USAF Lockheed AC-130U Spooky II is one of the very heavy armed AFSOC 16SOW / 4SOS aircraft out of TDY Mildenhall UK for #OdysseyDawn

web • 26/03/11 08:09
Second USAF Lockheed AC-130U Spooky II of AFSOC 1st SOW / 4SOS arrived as FUNNY 32 out of TDY Mildenhall UK for #OdysseyDawn
web • 26/03/11 08:24

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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 10:11 schreef Chuck-N0rr1s het volgende:

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Ha een 11 kill streak

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Libische opstandelingen heroveren Ajdabiyah

Libische opstandelingen hebben de oostelijke stad Ajdabiyah heroverd na gevechten die de hele nacht duurden. De troepen van Gaddafi houden zich nog wel op aan de westelijke poort van de stad, meldt Reuters aan de hand van verklaringen van ooggetuigen.

Volgens opstandeling Sarhag Agouri is Ajdabiyah tot een spookstad verworden na de gevechten. “Er zijn alleen nog dode lichamen op straat en families die zich geen raad weten met de situatie. Wij, de opstandelingen hebben nu de stad in handen, maar Gaddafi heeft nog de westelijke poort in handen.”

Vorige week namen de troepen van Gaddafi nog de stad in, maar met hulp van luchtaanvallen van de internationale coalitie, zijn de opstandelingen erin geslaagd om de stad te heroveren.

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March 26th Updates
All times are in Libyan local time GMT+2

11:59 CONFIRMED from Misratah The coalition fighter jets have bombed the ammunition stores in the Air Force Academy

11:51 Direct from Misratah Fighter jets can be heard over city right now

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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 11:22 schreef Papierversnipperaar het volgende:

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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 11:57 schreef Cobra4 het volgende:
Niet alle politici en burgers waren overtuigd van de noodzaak.

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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 12:03 schreef Hans_van_Baalen het volgende:
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offtopic maar goed, als ik er zo'n een aan zie komen loop ik direct over

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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 12:03 schreef Hans_van_Baalen het volgende:
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offtopic maar goed, als ik er zo'n een aan zie komen loop ik direct over

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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 12:08 schreef jamesstewart het volgende:

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Landverrader! NSB'er!

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http://www.nrc.nl/nieuws/(...)-tripoli-mishandeld/

Een journalist is vanochtend mishandeld in een hotel in Tripoli toen een naar binnen gestormde vrouw werd weggevoerd door veiligheidsdiensten, meldt Reuters. De vrouw vertoonde tekenen van mishandeling en claimde, tegenover de verzamelde journalisten, verkracht te zijn door Libische militairen.

De mishandelde journalist probeerde met beeldmateriaal van het incident weg te lopen, toen hij op de grond gegooid en geschopt werd.

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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 12:08 schreef jamesstewart het volgende:

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Landverrader! NSB'er!

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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 12:03 schreef Hans_van_Baalen het volgende:
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offtopic maar goed, als ik er zo'n een aan zie komen loop ik direct over

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We ran into Gaddafi's troops on the outskirts of Zawiya, less than a mile beyond the last signs of rebel activity: a destroyed checkpoint, a bullet-ridden building and five burnt-out cars.

The soldiers were blocking the main highway to the coast with pickup trucks and armoured vehicles, so our driver took to the desert, skirting the roadblock in a wide arc before cutting back to the road. He was edgy after that, spooked even by the sight of a distant abandoned car parked in the middle of the road.

We the Brazilian journalist Andrei Netto and I, travelling in the company of rebels from western Libya would not be able reach Zawiya that night as planned. Instead we made for Sabratha, 12 miles to the west.

It was clear that Sabratha had been reclaimed by Gaddafi loyalists. The police and intelligence service buildings were charred, but they had new green flags of the regime flying above them.

We separated from our rebel escorts and took shelter in an empty half-built house, away from the militiamen roaming the streets. Later that night we saw four men approaching, dressed in dark tracksuits and carrying sticks except for one, who had a gun. When they surrounded the house there was no way to escape. They took our phones then frogmarched us, heads down, to an SUV, ranting as we went. "You sons of bitches! You Jews and Zionists! You Arab traitors! You want to topple Gaddafi? We will rape your mothers! Gaddafi will show you!"

I was put in the pickup first, then Netto. As he was getting in, a tall militiaman swung a metal pipe that struck him on the head. Inside the car the man sat behind us, jabbing at us with a stick as he continued his tirade.

We were taken a short distance to a compound guarded by armed men, where we were interrogated, then blindfolded and driven for two hours to a prison that I now know is in Tripoli. We were separated there; I have not seen Netto since. Still blindfolded, I was interrogated for four hours about my "collaboration" with the infidel British newspaper the Guardian. Then they walked me downstairs to the cells.

They removed the blindfold in a neon-lit corridor lined with 20 great iron doors with sliding bolts and white numbers. Each door had two small hatches, at the top and the bottom. Empty cartons of juice, plastic packaging and trash were piled up outside the doors.

I was pushed into cell 11, a windowless box, 2.5 metres x 1.5 metres, painted dark grey and lit by a weak bulb. The room contained a dirty mattress, blanket and soiled pillow. A low wall separated a broken toilet seat covered with a thick brown crust, a tap and a bucket. There was a strong smell of sewage.

It was Wednesday 2 March. The prison would be home for a fortnight.

Day and night in the prison, bolts were pulled, doors slammed and guards, in combat trousers, T-shirts and trainers, shoved shackled prisoners in and out of the cells.

One guard in particular a tall man with rimless spectacles whose civilian clothes implied rank spoke the most. "All the people we are capturing are al-Qaida infiltrators," he said at one point. "Al-Qaida are beheading civilians, burning them and eating their hearts."

Another day, he delivered a paean to Colonel Gaddafi. "We love him," he said, rolling his eyes until they were just two white slits. "We love, love, love him! And we want him. It's up to us Libyans to choose him not the west.

"With him we have survived so many things. So many crises have passed and we will survive this. It's history we have with him. It's 42 years! I have known nothing but him and they want us to turn against him now. He is not just our leader, he is a philosopher and a thinker. He is everything."

Worse than the guards, the fear and the smell were the ravings from a prisoner down the corridor. This man's shouting, made incomprehensible by being delivered through his hands or a blanket, echoed around the jail day and night. Sometimes he would break off, a moment of silence would ensue and he would begin crying and squealing in apparent pain.

When a guard passed by he would ask in a very polite voice: "You are not serving tea or coffee today?" "We are not getting newspapers today?"

Days later I discovered that he, like many of the others, was being regularly interrogated and beaten.

In the early hours of Sunday 6 March a gunbattle began outside the prison. It started with a few bursts of small arms fire, then came the deeper note of anti-aircraft guns, which turned into a continuous long drumming. At one point guns were being fired from somewhere just next to the cells.

The inmates became excited. Were the rebels storming into the prison? Had the uprising reached Tripoli? Were we being saved? The raving man gave a long, ululating victory cry while the prisoner in cell 12 continuously repeated "O Lord" like a mantra.

The sounds of shooting rose and fell for more than half an hour before fizzling away and finally stopping when two helicopters came circling overhead.

The officer with the rimless glasses came through the corridor later, fuming with anger. He shoved breakfast through the door hatch. "Those filthy Europeans, we will crush them with the tips of our shoes," he said. "If those rebel dogs come here to attack we will all die together. The sons of Gaddafi will never run. A man lives once and dies once, so better die fighting."

On the evening after the battle the cells began to fill up. There was a man from Zwara, another from Zawiya, and a chubby grey-haired man named Richard who spoke English with an American accent. By Monday some cells had three inmates. "Why am I kept here?" I overheard one man say. "I have handed myself in after the amnesty."

"Sure," laughed a guard. "We will take you to a five-star hotel very soon."

I was moved to a bigger cell upstairs. I could still hear the doors slamming and the man shouting and the new cell was also windowless, but it was whitewashed and lit by neon night and day.

Later I heard the first of the voices coming through the wall. The cell was next to two interrogation rooms, where men were brought throughout the day. Each interrogation began and ended with the clinking sound of a man in shackles walking to or from the room. The madman was brought for interrogation at least twice.

I heard snatches of shouted questions or accusations from the interrogators "Qaida", "attack Libya", "Muammar", "who are they?" punctuated with smacks and thuds, like someone throwing sacks of rice at a wall, and the sound of prisoners pleading, screaming and weeping.

One interrogation on Wednesday evening went as follows:

"Stand up!"

Smack came the sound. Smack. Smack.

"I said stand up!"

Smack. Smack.

This cycle was repeated five times.

Somewhere down the hall a TV blasted pro-Gaddafi marching songs.

On Thursday 10 March I was taken out of the big cell and put in cell 18 in the downstairs corridor. This was also dark, tiny and filthy, but this time I was to share with another prisoner.

He was sitting on a torn mattress, his back resting against the wall and his legs covered with a dirty yellow and red blanket. His hair was slicked back and a few days of white stubble sprouted from his chin. "Bangladesh," he said, pointing at himself. He was shivering in a thin shirt and after few minutes of silence he added, in Arabic: "Cold. All clothes with them."

He told his story in broken sentences. He had lived in Dhaka with his wife and three children. Some years ago he had gone to "a big manager in big glass building with a big office" and paid money to get a visa to Saudi Arabia to work in construction. He had been promised a good salary, but the visa never came.

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Photographer John Moore is no stranger to combat. As a member of an Associated Press team in 2005, he shared a Pulitzer Prize for breaking news photography for coverage of the war in Iraq and he's done extended stints in Afghanistan, Pakistan, Somalia, South Africa, Mexico and Nicaragua and elsewhere in the last 20 years.



Moore, who now works for Getty Images, also won a host of international awards in 2008 for his exclusive photos of the assassination of former Pakistani Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto.

Yet despite his relative comfort with being on the frontlines, Moore told the NewsHour from his hotel room in Cairo that his latest assignment -a six-week trip that took him to the uprisings in Egypt, Bahrain and Libya - might have been his most dangerous. Moore recorded the interview for us after sneaking out of Benghazi, Libya en route back to his home in Denver.

"I've covered a lot of conflict over the years," More said, "but I'd say my days of combat coverage here in Libya were the most heavy of all.

"The battle scenes were absolutely epic."

Moore said that he had been traveling with New York Times photographers Tyler Hicks and Lynsey Addario for two of the three weeks he was in Libya.

"For safety I traveled with other journalists," Moore said. "And we'd convoy each day to the frontlines."

The New York Times announced Wednesday that Hicks and Addario, along with their Beirut Bureau Chief Anthony Shadid and videographer Stephen Farrell, had gone missing while reporting from the eastern city of Ajdabiya.

Libya has become an increasingly dangerous place for reporters to work, as some rebel strongholds have recently fallen to forces loyal to Col. Moammar Gadhafi.

The BBC reported that three of its journalists had been detained and beaten with rifles by Gadhafi's security forces last week. Also, a cameraman for Al Jazeera was recently killed near Benghazi.

Moore, who left Libya earlier this week without incident, said that he was nervously waiting to hear word on his colleagues' whereabouts.

Editor's note: The New York Times said Friday that the journalists, who are being held by the Libyan government, were expected to be released.

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Op zaterdag 26 maart 2011 13:35 schreef sunny16947 het volgende:
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