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Interviews with Nora Younis

Interviewed May 20, 2024

So I continued to meet the dissidents and to go to demonstrations, and to take pictures and video shots of the demonstrations. And then I didn´t know what to do with all this. But I noticed from going to demonstrations that most of the crew, or most of the journalists filming what was happening were foreigners. And the other non-foreigners that were there were mostly organizations, institutions. So there would be the camera– the CNN cameras, the BBC cameras, al-Jazeera camera. But there was no, like, independent archive photos happening.

So I decided to start this archive myself. I was filming everything and putting the pictures and the videos online. Everybody who wanted to use the footage, I was giving it to them. I always, until this point, I always stood on the reporter side. So I always stood on the other side. I didn´t stand on the demonstrators’ side. Until it was 25 May, 2005. And it was the day of a national referendum put forward by Mubarak to make the constitutional amendments that would lead to Gamal Mubarak becoming president later on. There was a planned cafe, a denomination, against the referendum and the supposed amendments. And I went to join and to film what was happening. And– I was– the demonstrators were not many.

We were a small group of people. And we were attacked by plainclothes thugs, young people, young men holding Mubarak´s picture. And who were beating the men just to push them away and targeting the women so they would sexually assault them. It was the first of its kind, like nothing in Egypt had happened like this before. And I personally have never heard of something like this before. I have participated in demonstrations where people were beaten or chased or arrested by uniformed police or plainclothes police. But sexual assault under police supervision was new to me. We were gathering in one location in Mounira. And then we dispersed, and we re-gathered in front of the Press Syndicate in Cairo.

In front of the Press Syndicate– the thugs came also chasing us all the way from Mounira to the Press Syndicate. And we were standing on the stairways, which was a very popular place for hosting all the demonstrations in the age of Mubarak. So we were standing on the stairways, and the thugs approached us. And they started beating the men also to attack the women, just to push the men away so they would attack the women. And there was a police general in uniform who said, “Bring all the women to the entrance of the garage and we will protect you.” And I heard him myself. So the garage was like– we had to jump like two meters down in order to get to the entrance of the garage, because we were standing on the end of the stairway.

So his men helped us, the women, to jump down, uniformed policemen. And once we were down there at the entrance of the garage, and the garage door was closed, we were completely cornered. And there was two or three rows of security men blocking the entrance. And he said, “We have to wait for a while, and then we will let you go.” And then he gave an order to his men, and they opened the lines, so the thugs would come in to the cornered women. And I just could not believe it. I just could not believe it. He said, “Bring the women, I will protect you.” Like– and he´s an old man, you know? He has his gray hair. He´s in uniform. He´s a police. He can´t do this. As anything, he cannot do this. So I spit in his face. I just– I was so raged– so outraged. I spit in his face, and I was like maybe I said bad words that involve his family or his mother or something. And I was so shocked. I took his picture, and I took the pictures of his men helping him.

I had documented the whole process. And then, when I did this to him, his men started beating me. So I have to bend down. And then a friend pulled my hand, and she pulled me, and we crawled from between the security men’s legs. So we were outside of the circle. But then we walked for 100 meters or so, and then we waited. Because our friends were still inside. And when they came out, the women had their shirts torn, you know, they were– their hair, and this was like– and they were saying– they were telling the stories of what happened to them in there. And it was just unbelievable. And from this day forward, I had a personal revenge.

I had a personal vendetta with the ministry of interior, with the minister of interior, Habib al-Adly, with Mubarak and his gang. It became very personal to me. I couldn´t stop it anymore. So I got to know personally the people who used to stand on the Press Syndicate stairway to the ministry. Together, later on, we formed a women´s group called The Street is Ours.