Who is this man?
Is he a rebel or a Qaddafi loyalist? Did she kill willingly for the regime, or was she coerced? Some played dead to avoid death, an assassin decides to fake his assassination attempt to avoid real bloodshed, fake IDs, switching sides…
Everyone in Tripoli, it seemed, had been with Qaddafi, at least for show; and now everyone was against him. But where did their loyalty end and their rebellion begin? Sometimes I wondered if the speakers themselves knew. Collectively, they offered an appealing narrative: the city had been liberated from within, not just by NATO’s relentless bombing campaign. For months, Qaddafi’s own officers and henchmen had quietly undermined his war, and ordinary citizens had slowly mustered recruits and weapons for the final battle. In some cases, with a few witnesses and a document or two, their version seemed solid enough. Others, like Mustafa Atiri, had gruesome proof of what they lived through. But many of the people I spoke with lacked those things. They were left with a story; and they were telling it in a giddy new world in which the old rules the necessary lies, the enforced shell of deference to Qaddafi’s Mad Hatter philosophy were suddenly gone. It was enough to make anyone feel a little drunk, a little uncertain about who they were and how they got there.
– The Surreal Ruins of Qaddafi’s Never-Never Land, The New York Times>>
– The man in the photo was not a prisoner. He was a rebel. The New York Times photo caption: "Anti-Qaddafi fighters relaxed near a tank in Wadi Dinar.">>