For over eight hours the crimes the Iranian regime tried to hide from the world play out unfiltered.
Snipers aim for the heads of street protesters and pull the trigger. Machinegun fire rips through the crowds.
Teenagers cower in homes from the armed paramilitaries marauding outside, as wounded friends bleed out in their arms.
Mutilated bodies are left where they fall. Later, in a final humiliation, the dead overwhelm mortuaries – packed side-by-side like slabs of meat, waiting for collection.
But amid all the gore and the piercing howls of grief, it is the quiet words of a father searching for his son that
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