Because They Can: The Logic of the Torture State
by
William Norman Grigg
by William Norman Grigg
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“This
is your god!”
That profane
outburst fell from the lips of Pfc. Damien M. Corsetti aka
“Monster,” aka “King of Torture” as he straddled a helpless
Saudi detainee in a Soviet-constructed Afghan prison. Corsetti had
just threatened to rape the detainee, and the supposed deity he
referred to was the appendage with which he would commit that act.
At the time, said appendage was pressed against the prisoner's face.
This account
was offered by a witness at Corsetti's court martial. That witness
testified for the defense. As Eliza Griswold recounts in
the
current issue of The New Republic, the tribunal “cleared
Corsetti of all charges. His lawyer successfully argued ... that
the rules for detainee treatment were unclear: `The president of
the United States doesn't know what the rules are. The secretary
of defense doesn't know what the rules are. But the government expects
this Pfc. to know what the rules are?'”
So – at the
time of Corsetti's trial a year ago, the assumption was that sexual
assault was considered a permissible interrogation tactic in the
absence of a specific prohibition. He'd
used the tactic before while working at Abu Ghraib: With the help
of two comrades he forced an Iraqi woman to strip.
Why did he
do this? Because he could.
There was
no “rule” against it, after all – apart from the law written on
the heart by the Creator, that is. But Corsetti, as we've seen,
had his own theology. And because he was permitted by his superiors
to ignore the moral law, Corsetti finished his military career with
an “honorable” discharge.
He has since
disappeared from public view. To me it seems likely he found a career
in law enforcement, like his fellow torturer Samuel Franklin.
Three years
ago this July, Franklin, a senior detective with the Campbell County,
Tennessee Sheriff's Department, presided over the
prolonged torture of a pathetic small-time drug dealer named Lester
Eugene Siler, who primarily trafficked in prescription drugs.
Franklin's
five-man crew included three other full-time law enforcement officers
and a part-time process server. This squalid little gang was created
with the help of a federal Byrne Grant (a Justice Department subsidy
for counter-narcotics programs), and – like most criminal cliques
of that sort – they were involved in a vulgar shakedown-and-skimming
operation conducted under the color of government authority.
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Franklin's
squad descended on Siler's home on July 8, 2004 on the pretext of
serving a warrant for probation violations. Their real objective,
however, was to rummage through the home in search of either money
or contraband that could be used to justify seizing and forfeiting
Siler's assets. The police ordered Siler's wife to take their son
and leave; before doing so, however, she turned on a tape recorder,
which captured roughly half of what turned into a two-hour torture
session.
(The audio
– if you can stand to listen – is here
[mp3]; the transcript can be found here
[.pdf].)
Detective Franklin,
a 17-year veteran of the Campbell County Sheriff's Department, was
also the DARE officer at the local school district. Bear that last
fact in mind as we examine his conduct.
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Campbell
County's Finest: Detective Franklin and his little shakedown-and-torture
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“Let me tell
you what we're gonna do,” explained Franklin, the moral tutor to
Campbell County's youth, as Siler – who had already been beaten
once – cringed in terror. “We're gonna put them handcuffs in front
of ya. Cut you a little slack. But if you don't start operating
[sic], we're gonna put the motherf****rs behind your back, and I'm
gonna take this slapjack and I'm gonna start working that head over,
you understand?”
Officer David
Webber elaborated on the plan: “We're gonna know everything about
your business today. And you're gonna take us and where you got
your money, we're gonna take every dime you have today and if we
don't walk out of here with every piece of dope you got and every
dime you got, your f*****g a** is not going to make it to the jail....
We're doing this on our own, and you're gonna sign a consent to
search form and you're gonna give us permission to be here and you're
gonna do it our way, cause we're tired of f*****g with your a**.”
Incidentally,
the “consent form” the officers sought to torture Siler into signing
stated, inter alia: “This written permission is being given
... knowingly and voluntarily to the aforementioned officer of my
own free will and without any threats [or] coercion....”
In Bagram,
Private Corsetti's appetite for sadistic cruelty gave other interrogators
leverage to extract confessions from detainees. Detective Franklin's
squad used the same tactic, although it's not clear which of them
was the designated “heavy,” or if they traded off playing that role.
“That's just
the f*****g beginning,” gloated Officer Webber after several beatings
left Siler moaning in agony. “This motherf****r right here [gestures
to another officer, at this point almost certainly Detective Franklin],
he loves seeing blood.... He loves it. He loves seeing blood....
He loves f*****g seeing blood. He'll beat your a** and lick it off
ya.”
At some point,
24-year-old Rookie Deputy Joshua Monday joined in the merriment,
beating and taunting the handcuffed victim.
“It's gonna
hurt worse,” Detective Franklin snarled at Siler. “It's getting
worse.” As the victim persisted in refusing to sign the consent
form, Franklin compounded the torture with threats against Siler's
family: “If you don't sign, I'm gonna go right back there where
your wife's at, and I'm gonna put her a** in jail. I'm calling the
Department of Human Services and I'm gonna take your f*****g kids
from you today..... I'm gonna slap the hell out of you till you
damn bleed, so sign it.”
This went on
for at least an hour: five grown men taking turns beating and taunting
a terrified, illiterate, handcuffed man – a convicted drug peddler
on probation, yes, but a human being and an American citizen whose
rights are still protected by law.
And the torture
eventually escalated to death threats:
“I'm
gonna choke your a**, now sign it!” demanded Shayne Green, the civilian
process server.
“[I]f
you don't sign it, you probably won't walk out of here,” warned
Officer Webber.
“Shoot
his f*****g a**,” Green later said in disgust, and at one point
Deputy Monday threatened Siler with a gun:
“I'm
gonna kill your f*****g a**! Now you either sign, or I'm gonna shoot
ya!... I don't give a f**k. I don't give a f**k if you die.”
To
Officer Webber goes the distinction of suggesting the sexual torture
of the recalcitrant suspect:
“[T]hem
batteries right there, I'm fixin to go out there and get some wires
and hook 'em up to your f*****g balls. And if you don't think I
will, you don't sign that form and watch what happens.”
After
Siler had endured a prolonged beating (and, apparently, sexual torture
through electric shock), Detective Franklin suggested releasing
him from the handcuffs “that way if he raises his damn hand
to one of us, we have the right to beat the f**k out of him.”
What
a brave guy the very embodiment of the phrase "Good enough
for government work."
A
little later, Deputy Monday suggested that they should murder Siler
and frame him for armed assault using a pellet pistol found in his
home:
“Eugene,
you're gonna sign this right here or I'm gonna f*****g put a bullet
in your damn head, and we're gonna f*****g plant this BB gun.”
When that didn't
work, the gang dragged Siler off for a few rounds of water-boarding.
Surely it wasn't
necessary to beat, abuse, molest, and terrorize Siler in order to
find a pretext for searching his house. So why did Franklin and
his gang do so?
Because they
could.
As
I read the transcript, and saw how young Deputy Monday emerged as
the most violent and sadistic of the officers, I made a small bet
with myself that he was the first one to break when the FBI conducted
its investigation of Franklin's squad.
I
won the bet: Monday broke right away, and began “cooperating”
with the inquiry. All five are now in prison.
But the only
reason this happened is because Siler's wife had secreted a tape
recorder where it could gather evidence, and had the presence of
mind to turn it on before leaving her husband in the hands of his
torturers.
How often does
this sort of thing take place undetected?
Detective Franklin's
little gang, remember, was funded by the Federal Government through
a Byrne Grant, and the purpose of squads of this sort is to rack
up statistics that can be used to get bigger grants. That's why
Franklin and his cohorts were so adamant about extorting money from
Siler.
Siler himself
was a small-time crook of little consequence, but I will say this:
By his refusal to relent under persistent torture and death threats
– as well as threats against his family he proved himself
to be more of a man than any government employee I've ever met.
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Just
another day in the Land of the Free: A SWAT operator takes
time out of a narcotics raid to escort a kindergarten-age child
to the bathroom of his own home. |
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Revelations
about Siler's torture at the hands of federally funded drug cops
lit up the blogosphere a couple of years ago. It's worth reviewing
that atrocity today in light of the fact that a
couple of weeks ago the Feds and their local franchisees conducted
“Operation Byrne Drugs II,” a 36-state shakedown in which all
of the familiar spots were raided, the usual suspects were rounded
up, small but superficially impressive amounts of drugs and drug
profits were drawn out of the vast and eternally self-replenishing
ocean that is the underground drug economy, and self-congratulatory
press releases were issued by everyone involved in the exercise.
Does anybody
doubt that somewhere, someone involved in “Operation Byrne Drugs
II” acting in the serene confidence that his acts enjoyed
the blessing of the State, and would never be made public – beat,
tortured, and otherwise terrorized some inconsequential figure,
just because he could?
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