Its all just "Waterboarding" folks. Nothing to see here. Nothing worth mentioning by our "free" media. Its all just "Waterboarding". What do we think about Waterboarding? Is it torture? How stupid are we?: https://youtu.be/Yx1DQY5a8So
What does one of our victims say about "Waterboarding": https://youtu.be/6iIsBSds5sM
The U.S. government had declared the detainees 'nonpersons,' and so they were not eligible for apologies or reparations. The Geneva Conventions did not apply to them. They could be held indefinitely and tortured, but only because the torture was relabeled 'enhanced interrogation' and because Guantánamo was not the U.S. There were also no suicides, only 'manipulative self-injurious behavior.'"
So jumbled was Gharani's story that even the official account of who the teenager was — virtually everything about him and the allegations against him presented in his U.S. Department of Defense file — is wrong, starting with his date of birth.
U.S. authorities list his birth year as 1981, making him an adult at the time of his arrest.
"We got a copy of his birth certificate from Saudi Arabia in 30 minutes, and they hadn't bothered in six years to do that, and that proved that he was 14 at the time," Stafford said.
Gharani had succeeded on occasion to get snippets of his story out, telling Al Jazeera English via telephone in 2009 that he was being beaten on an almost daily basis and tear gassed when he refused to leave his cell.
https://www.lrb.co.uk/v33/n24/mohammed-elgorani/diary
The Americans said: ‘Take him back!’ The Pakistani was furious: ‘They’re looking for al-Qaida, you have to say you’re al-Qaida!’ Then they put the electrodes on my toes. For ten days I had them on my feet. Every day there was torture. Some of them tortured me with electricity, others just signed a paper saying they had done it. One Pakistani officer was a good guy. He said: ‘The Pakistani government just want to sell you to the Americans.’ Some of us panicked, but I was kind of happy. I loved to watch old cowboy movies and believed that Americans were good people, like in the movies, it would be better with them than with the Pakistanis, we’d have lawyers. Maybe they’d allow me to study in the US, then send me back to my parents.
They started taking detainees away every night, by groups of twenty. We didn’t know where they were going to, but we thought the US. One day, it was my group’s turn. The Pakistanis took away our chains and gave us handcuffs ‘made in the USA’. I told the other detainees: ‘Look, we’re going to the US!’ I thought the Americans would understand that the Pakistanis had cheated them, and send me back to Saudi.
So my hands were tied in the back and a guard held me by a chain. We were twenty, with maybe fifteen guards. They covered our eyes and ears, so I couldn’t see much. When they took off our masks, we were at an airport, with big helicopters. Then the movie started. Americans shouted: ‘You’re under arrest, UNDER CUSTODY OF THE US ARMY! DON’T TALK, DON’T MOVE OR WE’LL SHOOT YOU!’ An interpreter was translating into Arabic. Then they started beating us – I couldn’t see with what but something hard. People were bleeding and crying. We had almost passed out when they put us in a helicopter.
We landed at another airstrip. It was night. Americans shouted: ‘Terrorists, criminals, we’re going to kill you!’ Two soldiers took me by my arms and started running. My legs were dragging on the ground. They were laughing, telling me: ‘Fucking nigger!’ I didn’t know what that meant, I learned it later.
The older detainees knew of Cuba, but didn’t know there was an American base. I’d seen a lot of American movies, and arrested people always said: ‘I have the right to a lawyer!’ The interrogators laughed at me: ‘Not here in Guantánamo! You got no rights here!’
The night I arrived, I was still tired from the flight, I had a first interrogation. The old man started by saying: ‘We have two faces, one nice and one ugly. We don’t want to show you the ugly one.’ He carried on with questions: ‘What were you doing in Afghanistan? Are you from al-Qaida? Are you a Taliban? Have you been in training camps?’ My answers were just: no, no, no! He started to shout and he sent me back to my cell. I was tired and scared. Prisoners were tortured somewhere. When you heard them crying, you were really scared – you thought you’d be next.
In the beginning there were interrogations every night. They tortured me with electricity, mostly on the toes. The nails of my big toes fell off. Sometimes they hung you up like a chicken and hit your back. Sometimes they chained you, with your head on the ground. You couldn’t move for 16 or 17 hours. You peed on yourself.’
Sometimes they showed you the ugly face: torturing, torturing without asking questions. Sometimes I said, ‘Yes, whatever you ask, I’ll say yes,’ because I just wanted torture to stop. But the next day, I said: ‘No, I said yes yesterday because of torture.’ My first or second interrogator said to me: ‘Mohammed, I know you’re innocent but I’m doing my job. I have children to feed. I don’t want to lose my job.’
‘This is no job,’ I said, ‘this is criminal. Sooner or later you’re going to pay for this. Even in afterlife.’
‘I’m a machine – I ask you the questions they told me to ask, I bring them your answers. Whatever they are, I don’t care.’
Another guy told me: ‘We know you were doing bad stuff in Sudan.’
‘I’ve never been there.’
‘I know. But if you co-operate, I’ll bring you pizzas and McDonald’s. I know the food is bad here.’
Another one: ‘We know you were in London, working with al-Qaida, in 1993.’
‘You’re sure about this?’
He showed me a paper. ‘Look: ’93.’
‘You should be smart and say ’98 or ’99. In ’93, I was six.’
One day they started moving prisoners again. They picked you from your tent, put you naked, shaved your head and beard (I was too young to have a beard), then beat you. They dressed you with orange clothes, handcuffed you, and put gloves with no fingers on you, so you couldn’t open the handcuffs. ‘You guys are going to a place where there is no sun, no moon, no freedom, and you’re going to live there for ever,’ the guards told us, and laughed. They put you in completely black glasses and headphones, so that you couldn’t see or hear. With those on, you don’t feel the time. But I could hear when they were changing the guards, probably every hour. I must have spent five hours sitting on a bench, with another detainee in my back.
No worries, we just like to regularly torture innocent children. Gets us off. Makes us feel big. So Big. This is who we are. Now back to clutching our pearls over Saudi Arabia ;) How horrible are they? Right?
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2014/dec/09/cia-torture-report-worst-findings-waterboard-rectal
Submitted October 16, 2018 at 01:27PM by A-Void-Dance https://ift.tt/2OYfaaJ
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