The current official death toll for Wednesday stands at 525 but nobody (including the government) considers that final. Over a hundred bodies seen by Western TV cameras at the Iman Mosque and presumably not included in the total were taken away after a government raid yesterday and may or may not ever show up in the count. Ursula Lindsey at The Arabist offers some of the official numbers:
The Muslim Brotherhood is claiming immense numbers in the thousands. I don't believe them but don't believe that even the government believes the official numbers yet, and tomorrow may be another bloody day.Dead (according to Ministry of Health, and still counting): 525
Churches, monasteries, Christians schools and libraries attacked (Source) : 56
Days that Mohamed ElBaradei lasted as a civilian figure-head of the army-run "second revolution" before resigning in protest: 28
Other resignations: 0
Justifications presented by Egypt's non-Islamist media and political parties for the gratuitous murder of hundreds of their fellow citizens, and commendations of the security forces for their "steadfastness" and "restraint": too many to count.
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The present numbers also exceed, for one day, the total dead claimed by the Iranian opposition for the 2009-2010 election protests is between 36 and 72 over several months.
It may be worse than we know. I know that there were armed forces on both sides, and I know that the Brotherhood continues to attack targets with arms, including churches. At this point the issue is not who started it or who can stop it, for perhaps we have reached Yeats' nightmare:
Turning and turning in the widening gyreI can't put it as well as Yeats, but I can't see a positive outcome just now for a country I love. I cannot imagine it becoming Lebanon in the eighties or Algeria in the nineties or Syria today. But I'm looking for the bright spots and not finding them. I hope all sides pull back from the brink, because otherwise, it may go there.
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.