Out and about in the US capital, where fanatical Trump fans have turned Congress, the sanctuary of democracy, into a madhouse. About an unprecedented attack.
Hubert Wetzel, Washington
The young woman is lying on the stretcher, her upper body is naked and covered in blood. A paramedic uses a plastic balloon to pump air into her lungs. Another presses on her chest with his hands. “Away, away, away, make way,” a policeman yells at the audience. He waves his assault rifle so the people can form an alley through which the rescuers can push the wounded from the side door of the U.S. Capitol to the ambulance. Blood drips from the stretcher onto the floor, a long, thin trail, bright red on the gray granite. The woman’s eyelids flutter.