Guantanamo: My Journey
David Hicks
Language: English
Pages: 347
ISBN: 1864711582
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
n 1999 a young man from suburban Adelaide set out on an overseas trip that would change his life forever.
Initially, he was after adventure and the experience of travelling the Silk Road.
But events would set him on a different path. He would be deemed a terrorist, one of George W Bush's 'worst of the worst'. He would be incarcerated in the world's most notorious prison, Guantanamo Bay.
And in that place where, according to an interrogator in Abu Ghraib, 'even dogs won't live', he was to languish for five and a half years, suffering horror, torture and abuse, while Australians were told who he was - by politicians, the media and foreign governments.
Everyone had an opinion on him.
But only he knows the truth.
And now, for the first time, David Hicks tells his story
Kabul Beauty School: An American Woman Goes Behind the Veil
A Lucky Child: A Memoir of Surviving Auschwitz as a Young Boy
When I Was Cool: My Life at the Jack Kerouac School
Diary of a Player: How My Musical Heroes Made a Guitar Man Out of Me
Meaning there was a chance they would not allow the Republican 2006 Commissions Act to proceed. I had developed a new problem in Camp Six: stomach pains. If I consumed either food or water, the resulting pain was excruciating. My stools were shaped and coloured to suggest that something was terribly wrong. I was suspicious about this pain because it had occurred after I had reported a used bandaid in one of my meals. I knew that the kitchen contractors were asked about it and my tired,.
Allowed trainees from their own camps to go on a list for launching. Lists from each group were then sent to the ISI, who then granted permission to individuals from all groups to proceed. These individuals were then sent from their respective locations within Pakistan to a village or town near the point along the LoC where the ISI had determined they would cross. Once individuals were stationed at their border positions, they waited for final permission from the ISI to advance to a Pakistani.
From the Zanzibar Archipelago off Tanzania who lived on campus and offered to be my tutor. During his lunchbreaks, in one of the empty classrooms, he would teach me how to read half a page. Then between sessions I would repeatedly go over the previous lesson. If he was happy with the way I read that half of a page, we would progress to the next part. If I could not read the lines articulately, I would have to continue with the lesson from the day before until I could pronounce the words to his.
Cut straight off me with a pair of scissors. They shaved my head and removed all my body hair with razors. The recently shaved areas were sponge-washed with a whitish liquid in a silver bowl. Next, I was escorted into the tent, still naked. Every few steps into the tent, a US soldier was doing something to a detainee, and I could see detainees exiting at the far end. It was like a production line. I was pushed towards the first of these medical personnel, subjected to general inspection and.
Each block, on guard towers and fixed in other strategic places. Towards the end of the year, 2002, these speakers were used to deliver announcements to detainees. There were hundreds of us from around forty nations, so every announcement began in English, and was then followed by the main half a dozen languages spoken by the detainee population. They went something like this: ‘Some of you have spoken the truth and told us all you know. Some of you have cooperated, but still not told us all you.