A year older than me at the time of his incarceration, not even the incarceration- he was captured and sold like a slave to the United States… Oh the irony. Going from Monstering to Murat Kurnaz’s personal account of what he went through sort of affected me more than the other stories we read. Him being so close to my age when all of this took place was also something that drew me into the book. It’s the things that we would never expect to happen that interest the most. We realize that there’s more out there that we can’t even begin to imagine. The fact that this is the United States for the majority of the book that is in-charge where he is beaten. The fact that doctors aren’t really for
making things better, but for making sure you’re able to withstand another go of hanging from the ceiling. This sets me back a lot considering it undermines everything I once thought about the United States basically. I knew that prisons were bad here and had heard jokes about Guantanamo, but they were nothing like the truth. I had heard jokes about sex in Guantanamo, but that was the extent of my knowledge other than maybe that all the “bad people” were there. The IRF, or the Immediate Reaction Force was a group of five to eight soldiers equipped with riot gear to step in when someone broke a rule. Often the prisoners didn’t know that they were breaking a rule, or the rule was completely insignificant and other times they just treated them like toys. The prisoners were there for the IRF’s amusement.
“If you lay down during the day you were punished. We weren’t allowed to touch the fence or even lean our backs up against it. We weren’t allowed to talk. We weren’t to speak to or look at the guards. We weren’t allowed to draw in the sand or whistle or sing or smile. Every time I unknowingly broke a rule, or because they had just invented a new one, did something I shouldn’t have, the IRF team would come and beat me. “(100)
Like I stated, they were playthings to be used and broken. Yet the prisoners gained some sense of power through hunger strikes. The prison didn’t want them to die, so they listened to their requests. They didn’t want to lose control, so they actually held elections via word of mouth and elected an emir. It intimidated the system that they had an organized leadership going. They attempted to bring it down by bringing in the “official emirs” and beating them, yet they never found the real emir. As of 2007 he was still in Guantanamo and is still the prisoners’ true leader.
Something I’ve wondered is all the people Murat mentioned throughout the book: Where are they now? Some had died, and then as of 2007 many of them were still in Guantanamo. I doubt they’ve been released, but it’d be nice to know out of curiosity. He tells us all about their stories from his perspective, and how they influenced him and I wish I knew more about them. For example the man who would not cry when tortured, yet when other people were tortured he would cry for them. That is compassion and complete selflessness. Another example is the man with no legs, and he would have to use the bucket, yet his knuckles were so bruised and swollen he couldn’t grasp the rim and they wouldn’t allow him to touch the fence. I mean, what damage is he going to do with swollen fingers and stubs for legs? He doesn’t have the ability to do it, all he wanted to do was go to the bathroom. And of course, the final example of compassion and personality is Murat himself. He would feed the animals bread when they came into his cell when he barely had enough for himself. He didn’t kill the black la cruz spider which is very poisonous because it hadn’t done anything to him.
Something that also struck me was in interrogation at Camp Delta in 2002, they would ask you normal questions then add in questions that could potentially trap you and ask you to answer without thinking.
“Have you ever worn black shoes?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever seen children’s film?”
“Yes.”
“Are you Al Qaeda?”
“No.”
Trick questions, I thought.
“Faster,” they said. “You have to answer faster. Do you drink water?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever had a toothache?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love your mother?”
“Yes.”
“Did you want to join the Taliban?”
“No.” (174)
They had the sole intention of getting him to slip up and “admit” to being a terrorist.The line in particular that struck me was, “Mr. Kurnaz,” they said. “We believe you’ve lied to us. There are some things we want to check out to get concrete evidence against you. You’ll see. It looks very bad for you.” (175) The fact that after having him for a year already they had no evidence and had to keep searching for it is appalling. One thing about the people of the United States is that we don’t want to admit when were wrong… Come on, you know it’s true for whoever is reading this. I’ll admit it here, but don’t tell my parents… They’ll never know =]
Also, not everyone is the same. For example, there is a guard who would always ask Murat if he wanted another plateful of food. He didn’t agree with what they were doing in Guantanamo and he felt so bad about what was going on. They were told that these men which the United States had paid for were dangerous killers. [Quote that made me giggle: "He said that President Bush had ruined America's reputation in the world."] He was excitedly talking to Murat, he only had two hours to go until his time serving was done. He apologized to Murat for what was being done and said he would try to help him when he got back to the States. I wish Murat had gotten his name as well, but hope that the MP read his book and found him.
Once his lawyer showed up everything got a bit better, he went from Camp 1 to Camp 4 where people actually got real clothing, more food (still crappy food, but more of it). They even had a little mascot which was a cat that sat outside the fence and when a guard came it would disappear. He was sent to Romeo when he was caught working out, which of course in the mindset of the guards, the prisoners are “dangerous”… Letting them actually have muscles after being reduced to a little more than nothing is such a crime (please note the sarcasm).
I didn’t believe that this next passage is true coming from the Guards, here’s something heartbreaking:
“I was sleeping in my block in Camp 1 when, suddenly, a large group of soldiers came and woke us up, telling us to hand over our blankets, mattresses, and all our clothes. We knew something big had happened. This next night news came from Bravo. Three people died, a prisoner yelled. The following night we got their names. One of them was Yesser Talal al Zahrani from Saudi Arabia… I was very sad to hear Yasser was dead. I didn’t know the other two people; one was a Saudi and the other was from Yemen. The guards said all three of them had committed suicide. Hung themselves.” (213)
When I first read it, I told my friend, “I really don’t think I could trust the guards saying a thing like that. Given the brute force they often exerted on the prisoners- it could have been just another cover-up of an interrogation gone wrong.” and of course, I wasn’t wrong, but not completely right either. They had set it up, made it seem like a suicide- it just didn’t match up.
Soon, but not soon enough after five years of prison, he got a call saying that he was going to be released. He was hesitant, thinking they may do like they had done with others and put you on a plane just to be brought back to your cell. That’s also torture, except rather than breaking bones or cutting off fingers they tax you mentally and break your hope down. Without hope or will there is basically nothing left. Except, this wasn’t a joke and he was being released. They gave him street clothes and still treated him like a prisoner as he began his journey home.
“They shackled me, put on the goggles, the soundproof headphones, and the gas mask, and led me into a hermetically sealed bus… I was the only prisoner on the plane.”
After a homecoming with his parents, well during depending on how you view a homecoming…
“I became aware of the plastic band around my waist, the green armband with my photo, the number 061 and the name “KUNN, MURAT.”… They had interrogated, tormented, and tortured me nearly every day for five years, but they never learned how to spell my name correctly. Once, when I pointed this out, they beat me and accused me of giving them false information.
That’s the truth, everything you think isn’t what you should believe.
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