A recent clip from Egypt’s Tahir Square showed a young woman, dragged by soldiers, her shirt torn apart revealing full breasts cupped by a green bra. Another soldier raised his boot and stomped on her chest.  Still another – perhaps, an angel in this mayhem – tossed a black shawl over her and ran off. Then the camera jostled toward the skyline, thick with acrid smoke. It was over.

Who was this woman? A student? An intellectual sickened by the ruse of the April spring? A mother? A girlfriend? Why this desecration of the Sacred by Evil in camouflage?

Should she survive this brutality and tell her story, we will stand strong with her.