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France Confronts ‘Absolute Barbarity’ France Confronts ‘Absolute Barbarity’
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PARIS — François Granier, a wine consultant and rock music fan, thought the Friday night concert he was attending had simply taken a particularly raucous turn. PARIS — François Granier, a wine consultant and rock music fan, thought the concert he was attending Friday night had simply taken a particularly raucous turn.
Mai Hua, a fashion blogger and video director who was dining a few blocks away, figured the explosions she heard must be just another burst of gang violence. Mai Hua, a fashion blogger and video director who was dining a few blocks away, figured the explosions she heard were just another burst of gang violence.
Erin Allweiss, a publicist from New York who was eating at a restaurant in the same district, hoped the noise came from fireworks.Erin Allweiss, a publicist from New York who was eating at a restaurant in the same district, hoped the noise came from fireworks.
One by one on Friday evening, however, all the ordinary reflexes, expectations and hopes of urban life fell away as tens of thousands of Parisians and visitors to their city confronted what President François Hollande would describe as a display of “absolute barbarity.” One by one on Friday evening, all the ordinary reflexes, expectations and hopes of urban life fell away as Parisians and visitors to their city confronted nearly simultaneous attacks that spanned from the Stade de France, the national sports stadium on the northern edge of the city, to a shabby-chic district studded with bars and restaurants four miles south.
The dull thuds and sharp cracks that so many thought, or at least hoped, were just the background noises of a night on the town in one of the world’s great, vibrant cities turned out to be the ghastly soundtrack of the worst terrorist assault on the French capital, even bloodier than the January attacks on a satirical newspaper and a kosher supermarket. The dull thuds and sharp cracks that so many thought, or at least hoped, were just the background noises of a night on the town in one of the world’s great, vibrant cities turned out to be the ghastly sounds of the worst terrorist assault on the French capital, even bloodier than the January attacks on the satirical newspaper Charlie Hebdo and a kosher supermarket.
“This was not a targeted attack but a mass execution,” Mr. Granier, the wine expert, said of his evening at the Bataclan, a Paris concert hall that on Friday became a slaughterhouse in which 89 of his fellow rock fans were killed. Little seemed to tie the attacks across at least six sites, except that all the 129 victims had been out having fun. But that was very much the point for the Islamic State militant group, which later took responsibility for the carnage and said that it had struck France’s symbols of “perversity.”
He had gone there to see the Eagles of Death Metal, a hard-driving band from California. He went alone because his girlfriend, who dislikes noisy music, spurned his offer of a date. The band had played around five songs and the audience was already warmed up when a series of loud bangs echoed around the 19th-century concert hall on Boulevard Voltaire in central Paris. There were other common elements as well — synchronized attacks, targeting random victims, by well-equipped and apparently trained militants, who François Molins, the Paris prosecutor, described as working in three coordinated squads.
“I thought this was just part of the show,” Mr. Granier, 24, recalled. “There was so much noise and shouting you could not tell what was going on at first.” The attacks began at 9:20 p.m. on a chilly Friday outside the stadium, in the suburb of St.-Denis, where France was playing Germany. President François Hollande was among those in attendance.
But, along with many others out on Friday night to listen to music, watch soccer or enjoy a meal with friends, Mr. Granier had become both a spectator and a dangerously exposed actor in the distant battles of the Middle East, where the Islamic State militant group would claim responsibility for the carnage a few hours later. “We heard something that sounded like a detonating bomb as well as shooting,” said Agnès Dupont, who was at the match with her husband and two young children, their faces brightly painted with the blue, white and red stripes of the French flag.
After seeing fellow concertgoers fall to the ground splattered in blood, Mr. Granier took refuge in a room backstage as three heavily armed men took control; he stayed there for nearly three hours until French antiterror forces stormed the ornate, Chinese-inspired building about 20 minutes after midnight. Others said they thought youngsters outside the stadium were setting off firecrackers. Another blast followed 10 minutes later. The teams kept playing.
On his way out of the concert hall, walking through a maze of corpses, he grabbed a blood-spattered drumstick he saw abandoned on the stage, clutching it to his chest as he went home through late night streets throbbing with sirens and flashing blue lights. The prosecutor, Mr. Molins, later said that two of the attackers had detonated suicide bombs near gates to the stadium, which they apparently had tried to enter. A third suicide bomber struck much later, at 9:53 p.m. near a McDonald’s, killing at least one other person.
The chilly Friday the 13th night that left at least 129 dead began at 9:20 p.m. with nearly simultaneous attacks at the Stade de France, the national sports stadium where France had just begun a soccer game against Germany, and, a few minutes later and four miles to the south, in a shabby-chic central city district studded with bars and restaurants. Across the city, five minutes after the first suicide bomber detonated his explosive outside the stadium, Betty Alves, a 39-year-old Parisian, was ordering Chinese food with a friend at a restaurant in the once working-class and now fashionable 10th Arrondissement. Gunshots rang out.
The wave of attacks, carried out by what François Molins, the Paris prosecutor, described as three coordinated squads of terrorist commandos, spread panic across the French capital. “It was terrifying,” she recalled. “We saw everyone run down the street. We jumped on the floor and I hid under the table.”
Unlike the slaughter in January at the satirical newspaper Charlie Hebdo and the kosher supermarket, Friday’s terrorists targeted random Parisians enjoying a night out at the end of the week. The only obvious element the victims had in common was that they were all out having fun. The restaurant closed its metal shutters and everyone hid inside. When they opened the shutters, Ms. Alves said she saw one young woman dead on the street and another man seriously wounded. Her car, a Smart, parked on the corner of Rue Faubourg-du-Temple and Rue de la Fontaine-au-Roi, was riddled with bullet holes.
Antoine Griezmann, a player for the French national team, was on the field at the Stade de France when a loud explosion shook the rafters, slicing through the cheers of French and German fans. Another blast followed a 10 minutes later, then a third. In that time, 15 diners were killed at the nearby Le Petit Cambodge, an Asian restaurant near a canal that runs through the 10th Arrondissement, and at a restaurant across the street, Le Carillon. Gunmen, according to witnesses, sprayed the establishments with bullets from a black vehicle and then raced away, shooting at a Laundromat and other random targets as they went.
“We heard something that sounded like a detonating bomb as well as shooting,” said Agnès Dupont, who attended the match with her husband and two young children, their faces painted brightly with the blue, white and red stripes of the French flag. Others said they thought youngsters outside the stadium were setting off firecrackers. At the time, Ms. Hua, 38, the fashion blogger, was eating with three friends on a terrace at Madame Shawn, a Thai restaurant in the area, when she and her friends heard a series of loud bangs. She said they had initially thought the noise was related to gang clashes that sometimes blighted the area.
The two teams kept playing, with Mr. Griezmann and other players learning only after the game that two suicide bombers had walked into a brasserie and a McDonald’s outside the stadium and detonated explosive belts, killing themselves and at least one other person. “It took us a while to register what had happened,” she said. “I looked at my iPhone and I had many worried calls. This is one of the most densely populated areas in Paris. There is no place that is more full on a Friday night. This is a place where young people hang out. It was a hit at the soul of Paris.”
More worrying still for Mr. Griezmann, he also learned about the attack at Bataclan, the concert hall where his sister had gone to hear the Eagles of Death Metal. He frantically tried to find out if she was safe, finally discovering that she had escaped unscathed. “May God take care of my sister and the rest of France,” the soccer player wrote on Twitter. By 9:32 p.m., the same squad of terrorists in the same vehicle, according to the prosecutor, had already found their next target: the Cafe Bonne Bière, a bar in the adjacent 11th Arrondissement. At least five people were killed there.
As the suicide bombers blew themselves up outside the stadium, which is in the suburb of St.-Denis, Betty Alves, a 39-year-old Parisian, was ordering Chinese food with a friend in a restaurant in the 10th Arrondissement. Gunshots rang out. “It was terrifying,” she recalled later, “We saw everyone run down the street. We jumped on the floor and I hid under the table.” A few blocks away, Ms. Allweiss, the New York publicist, was with friends at the restaurant Auberge des Pyrénées Cévennes when the shots began.
The restaurant closed its metal shutters and everyone hid inside. When they reopened the shutters, Ms. Alves said she saw one young woman dead on the street and another man seriously injured. Her car, a Smart, parked on the corner of Rue Faubourg-du-Temple and Rue de la Fontaine-au-Roi, was riddled with bullet holes.
The first victims in central Paris were 15 diners killed at Le Petit Cambodge, an Asian restaurant near a canal that runs through the once working-class and now fashionable 10th Arrondissement and at an adjacent restaurant, Bar Le Carillon. Gunmen, according to witnesses, sprayed the establishments with bullets from a black vehicle.
Ms. Hua, 38, the fashion blogger, was eating nearby with three friends on a terrace at Madame Shawn, a Thai restaurant in the area, when she and her friends heard explosions at around 9:15 p.m. She said they initially thought the noise was related to gang clashes that sometimes blighted the area.
“It took us a while to register what had happened,” she said. “I looked at my iPhone and I had many worried calls. This is one of the most densely populated areas in Paris. There is no place that is more full on a Friday night. This a place where young people hang out. It was a hit at the soul of Paris.”
The next target, apparently by the same squad of terrorists in the same vehicle, the prosecutor said, was the Cafe Bonne Bière, a bar in the adjacent 11th Arrondissement. At least five people were killed there.
A few blocks away, Erin Allweiss, a publicist from New York, was with friends at the restaurant Auberge des Pyrénées Cévennes when gunfire began.
“They were so loud,” Ms. Allweiss said by telephone. “It felt like they were on top of us. People screamed to lock the door. We hoped they were fireworks. But we knew they weren’t fireworks.”“They were so loud,” Ms. Allweiss said by telephone. “It felt like they were on top of us. People screamed to lock the door. We hoped they were fireworks. But we knew they weren’t fireworks.”
In just half an hour, gunmen raked at least four restaurants and bars with gunfire in a fast-gentrifying area of Paris. At least 19 people died at La Belle Époque, a cafe with an outdoor seating area that got hit by sustained gunfire. The attacks then came in quick succession: at 9:36, then 9:40, just blocks apart. Gunmen raked at least four restaurants and bars with gunfire in a fast-gentrifying area of Paris. At least 19 people died at La Belle Équipe, a cafe with an outdoor seating area that was hit by sustained gunfire.
“It was not just one or two bullets. The shooting lasted five minutes. They did not give anybody a chance,” Antoine Barnier, a witness, told BFM, a French television news channel.“It was not just one or two bullets. The shooting lasted five minutes. They did not give anybody a chance,” Antoine Barnier, a witness, told BFM, a French television news channel.
The violence reached its climax, however, less than a mile away at the Bataclan, concert hall, which three gunmen entered at 9:40 p.m., took more than a 1,000 music fans hostage and shot them indiscriminately before police regained control in a hail of gunfire and explosions shortly after midnight. Nearby, in the Comptoir Voltaire restaurant on Boulevard Voltaire in the 11th Arrondissement, another suicide bomber detonated a vest identical to the first two, the prosecutor said. One person in the restaurant was seriously wounded; others were only lightly wounded.
It was not immediately clear whether the Bataclan attackers — three of whom blew themselves up by detonating suicide vests — were involved in the restaurant shootings or were a separate group. The violence reached its climax less than a mile away at the Bataclan, a concert hall, which three gunmen — apparently a third team of terrorists arriving in a black car — entered at 9:40 p.m. There, they took more than 1,000 music fans hostage and shot them indiscriminately before the police regained control in a hail of gunfire and explosions shortly after midnight.
While Mr. Granier, the wine consultant, hid in a backstage room, Ginnie Watson, a 35-year-old French-British actress and singer, was at the concert, headed with her friends for a security exit she had noticed earlier on her way to the washroom. Like many others in the hall, she had mistaken the initial gunfire as part of the show. The attackers, according to witnesses, denounced Mr. Hollande and his support for the American-led military campaign against the Islamic State. The Paris prosecutor said they had cited Syria and Iraq during brief encounters with the authorities.
“At first we said, ‘Oh, it’s a joke, the band is playing a joke,’ ” she said. “But then the shots kept going and kept going and kept going. Then we saw people were crying, and the members of the band ran offstage. They didn’t come back, and then I saw people screaming and that’s when I said, ‘Ok, we have to get out of here.’ ” “This was not a targeted attack but a mass execution,” Mr. Granier, the wine expert, said of his evening at the Paris concert hall that on Friday became a slaughterhouse in which 89 of his fellow rock fans were killed.
He had gone there to see the Eagles of Death Metal, a hard-driving band from California. He went alone because his girlfriend, who dislikes noisy music, spurned his offer of a date.
The band had played around five songs and the audience was already warmed up when a series of loud bangs echoed around the 19th-century hall on Boulevard Voltaire in central Paris.
“I thought this was just part of the show,” Mr. Granier, 24, recalled. “There was so much noise and shouting you could not tell what was going on at first.”
After seeing fellow concertgoers fall to the ground splattered in blood, Mr. Granier took refuge in a room backstage as three heavily armed men took control; he stayed there for nearly three hours until French antiterrorism forces stormed the ornate, Chinoiserie-style building about 20 minutes after midnight.
While Mr. Granier, the wine consultant, hid in a backstage room, Ginnie Watson, a 35-year-old French-British actress and singer who had been watching the concert from the balcony, headed with her friends for a security exit she had noticed earlier on her way to the washroom. Like many others in the hall, she had mistaken the initial gunfire as part of the show.
“At first we said, ‘Oh, it’s a joke, the band is playing a joke,’ ” she said. “But then the shots kept going and kept going and kept going. Then we saw people were crying, and the members of the band ran offstage. They didn’t come back, and then I saw people screaming and that’s when I said, ‘O.K., we have to get out of here.’”
She and her friends pushed open the security exit door and, after pausing to make sure the coast was clear, rushed down a staircase leading to the street.She and her friends pushed open the security exit door and, after pausing to make sure the coast was clear, rushed down a staircase leading to the street.
After at least five attacks over 20 minutes, word had quickly spread, friend to friend by text, cellphone to cellphone among loved ones.
Antoine Griezmann, a player for the French national team who heard the first explosion that shook the stadium rafters, learned about the attack at the Bataclan.
His sister had gone there to hear the Eagles of Death Metal. He frantically tried to find out if she was safe, finally discovering that she had escaped unscathed. “May God take care of my sister and the rest of France,” the soccer player wrote on Twitter.