Anthony Loyd and photographer Jack Hill were snatched by gun-toting Hakim Anza’s gang – just hours after they had been guests in the warlord’s home
A war reporter told today how he was kidnapped, beaten and shot by a rebel fighter he thought was a loyal friend, reports the Sunday People.
Anthony Loyd and photographer Jack Hill were snatched by gun-toting Hakim Anza’s gang – just hours after they had been guests in the warlord’s home.
Times correspondent Loyd, 47, who feared he faced certain death, labelled the behaviour of Anza inÂ war-torn SyriaÂ “flawless treachery.” (continued below the fold….)
Jews “bellicose”, Palestinians “kind” – the ABC guide to racial etiquette and the Middle East
The ABC’s Peter Goers demonstrates the newly fashionable but still sinister prejudice of the Left:
I weep for the demented, despicable journaillie that turns genocidal headbangers into some kind of folk heroes.
I weep for the 1004 Palestinian children arrested, tortured, abused and abducted last year. I weep for the pain and cost of all this useless persecution in this sacred place with the best food, and the best, kindest, most stoic and eloquent people I’ve known.
I weep for this land of endless repression.Â
Jews: “oppressive” and “bellicose”.
Palestinians: “the best, kindest, most stoic and eloquent people”.
This is cartoonish. And Goers’ diatribe is riddled with unsubstantiated assertions and stripped of any context – including any mention of bus bombings and suicide attacks against Jewish Israelis by “the best, kindest, most stoic and eloquent people” that the wall he denounces was built to stop.
What the hell is going on in the ABC?
Loyd first met Hakim two years ago. The accountant, in his 30s, had been one of the earliest to rebel against President Assad.
Writing in The Times, Loyd said: “Jack and I had stayed with him several times.
“I had seen him cry over the bodies of his dead fighters, exalt over the lives of his three young children, and I had slept and eaten on the same floors with him inÂ Aleppo’s urban frontlines.Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
“I considered Hakim a friend. Part of the reason I visited him before going to Turkey, was to congratulate him on his daughter’s birth.”
But he had a nasty shock in store.
As Hill, Loyd, their local fixer and a bodyguard made their way towards the Turkish border, their car was flagged down by a camouflaged man in a 4×4.
Four gunmen leapt out and bundled the group, handcuffed and blindfolded, into the vehicle before driving them to a lock-up garage in the northern Syrian city of Tal Rifat – where Anza was based.
Loyd recognised one of his captors as a member of Hakim’s gang, who had served him breakfast that morning.
The journalist managed to get free after Jack and the pair’s fixer Hamza forced their way out of the car boot.
Loyd then made a daring bid for freedom: “I had climbed the lock-up stairs and was making my escape across the roofs, my hands still bound.
“This went well, until the roofs ran out. For a time I squeezed flat in a narrow slash of shadow against a water tank, planning to wait until darkness. But Âpeople in the street had seen my rooftop dash and were pointing out my position to gunmen below.
“I scrambled down a ladder and, as women fled a courtyard below, I ran into a private home, clamped a kitchen knife between my teeth and attempted to saw through the cuffs securing my wrists.
“Then two Kalashnikov bullets hit the wall beside me.”
Cornered, he faced a terrifying showdown with Hakim: “His men burst in, dragged me out and started beating me round the head with rifle butts. I was covered in blood on the ground when Hakim walked up, white with rage.
“‘I thought you were my friend,’ I told him. ‘No friends,’ he replied, shooting me twice in the ankle just to have the satisfaction of crippling me.”
Mooch knows: the real problem is segregation
Holder knows too:
Now he tells us, after he — or was it others? — pocketed whatever it was they pocketed.