"What stuck
in the minds of these men who had become murderers was simply the
notion of being involved in something historic, grandiose, unique
("a great task that occurs once in two thousand years"), which must
therefore be difficult to bear. This was important, because the
murderers were not sadists or killers by nature; on the contrary,
a systematic effort was made to weed out all those who derived physical
pleasure from what they did....
Hence the
problem was how to overcome not so much their conscience as the
animal pity by which all normal men are affected in the presence
of physical suffering. The trick used by Himmler – who apparently
was rather strongly afflicted by these instinctive reactions himself
– was very simple and probably very effective; it consisted in turning
these instincts around, as it were, in directing them toward the
self. So that instead of saying: What horrible things I did to people!,
the murderers would be able to say: What horrible things I had to
watch in the pursuance of my duties, how heavily the task weighed
upon my shoulders!" –
"The prisoners
held at Guantanamo Bay during the war on terror have attacked their
military guards hundreds of times.... [One] detainee 'reached under
the face mask of an IRF (Initial Reaction Force) team member's helmet
and scratched his face, attempting to gouge his eyes,' states a
May 27, 2005, report on an effort to remove a recalcitrant prisoner
from his cell. 'The IRF team member received scratches to his face
and eye socket area,' the [Pentagon] report said. " –
~ Associated
Press, July 31, 2006
Omar
Deghayes had no face mask when he was bound in chains and buried
beneath a scrum of armored guards. Pinned down and unable to flee
or protect himself, Deghayes felt a pair of fingers probe into his
eye sockets.
As the assailant,
his fingers forged by sadistic purpose into implements of mutilation,
tore and gouged at his eyes, Deghayes suppressed the scream that
was gathering in his throat out of determination not to concede
anything to his tormentors.
While Deghayes
resisted in silence, the officer presiding over the torture commanded
his underling to press harder. The victim was determined to resist;
his jailers were determined to break him. Deghayes won that battle,
but it cost him the sight in his right eye.
Today, following
more than six years of constant degradation and torture in the Caribbean
gulag described by the flagitious gasbag Rush Limbaugh as "Club
Gitmo," Deghayes is permanently disfigured. His useless eye is permanently
shut and his nose, broken through repeated beatings, is visibly
scarred and noticeably skewed to his right.
Omar's hideous
wounds are tokens of honor attesting to his victory in what was
truly a holy war against the world's most powerful terrorist syndicate,
the United States Government.
"A lot of the
things in his character seem to have deepened, like rebellion and
resistance and not accepting oppression," comments Omar's brother
Abubaker in describing the changes wrought by six years of imprisonment
and abuse. "I think they became more rooted in him rather than being
beaten out of him."
The seeds of
Omar's admirably defiant personality were probably planted by the
example of his father, a Libyan attorney who distinguished himself
as an enemy of Gaddhafi's regime and was murdered by the dictator's
secret police as a result. At one point, Libyan and American intelligence
agents engaged in a bidding war to buy Deghayes from the bounty
hunters who had captured him. It's difficult to imagine that Omar's
suffering would have been much worse had the Libyans won that auction.
The "abuses"
in question were supposedly committed by the detainees against the
guards. "Lawyers for the detainees have done a great job painting
their clients as innocent victims of U.S. abuse when the fact is
that these detainees, as a group, are barbaric and extremely
dangerous," insisted Levin. "They are using their terrorist training
on the battlefield to abuse our guards and manipulate our Congress
and our court system." (Emphasis added.)
Levin, a person
to and from whom lies come easily (imagine a genetic hybrid of Joseph
Goebbels and Lazar
Kaganovich, and you've got Levin), was lying. Fewer than ten
percent of those detained at Gitmo had any plausibly alleged connection
to terrorism of any kind, much less extensive battlefield training
in the tactics of asymmetrical warfare.
As a group,
the detainees were innocent men who had been kidnapped, imprisoned,
and abused for years without any prospect of relief. It is hardly
surprising that people in such circumstances would become violent
and desperate. Nor should it come as a shock to us that at least
some of those who had no proven terrorist affiliations before being
sent to Gitmo declared war on the government that had abused them
once they were released. Deghayes was among the Gitmo detainees
who "attacked" their armed captors in any way they could. He was
not a violent or vulgar man by disposition.
Prior to being
scooped up by Pakistani bounty hunters and sold to the U.S. government,
Deghayes had been a peaceful, unassuming man, an entrepreneur who
was devoted to his religion and studying to become a lawyer.
He had done
nothing to merit his imprisonment, let alone the constant, dehumanizing
mistreatment he suffered from the moment he was stuffed, hooded
and shackled, into a military transport plane bound for the
former Soviet air base in Bagram, Afghanistan, where he was
imprisoned before being sent to Gitmo.
The partial
blinding he suffered – he never regained the vision in his right
eye – was retaliation for his persistent defiance. When guards would
assault him, Deghayes would fight back – as hard as he could, however
he could, for as long as he could. When they pumped pepper spray
into his cell by way of the "bean-hole," Deghayes would claw at
their hands and then counter-attack as viciously as he could when
reaction team would swarm him in response.
On the day
he was blinded, Deghayes was one of several detainees who refused
to surrender their pants. "Being humiliated by getting beaten up
is better than giving your own trousers out," he explained later.
"If I'd done those things" – that is, meekly complied with whatever
calculated humiliation his captors chose to inflict on him – "I
would've been really bitter now. I'm probably less bitter than anyone
else because I know I gave them a really hard time."
Omar actually
displays an astonishing empathy for the guards who tormented him.
As he describes them, they were victims of a cult-like regime of
information management and milieu control.
In precisely
the fashion described by Hannah Arendt, the guards were subject
to relentless ritual indoctrination intended to emphasize their
"historic, grandiose, unique" role in a world-historic conflict,
and encouraged to invert their pity from their victims to themselves.
Deghayes expresses something akin to pity for those who imprisoned
him: They willingly surrendered something they weren't able to beat
out of him.
Brandon Neely,
who served as a prison guard at Gitmo, recalls how he and his comrades
were marinated in hatred and permitted to indulge their sadistic
impulses at the expense of the helpless men imprisoned there.
To understand
the depth of the indoctrination and the potency of the hatred instilled
in the guards it's useful to consider the
case of Sean Baker, an Army Specialist who was nearly beaten
to death by his comrades during an IRF training drill.
Baker, clad
in the same orange jumpsuit worn by detainees, was dragged from
the cell by an IRF "extraction team." He had been given a "safety
word" – "red" – to use if the drill became too intense. He desperately
spat out that "safety word" as his head was repeatedly slammed against
the stainless steel floor while one of his assailants tried to suffocate
him.
Despite the
fact that all "extractions" were videotaped, the record of this
incident – conveniently and predictably – disappeared.
After it was
finally established that Baker was one of "us" rather than "them,"
Baker was flown to the Portsmouth Naval Medical Center in Virginia,
where he was diagnosed with a severe concussion. For years after
the experience, Baker suffered from seizures as a result of a beating
he'd received at the hands of his colleagues – people conditioned
to treat their victims as untermenschen.
While Brandon
Neely escaped the kind of physical trauma that now blights Sean
Baker's life, he is invisibly scarred by the memory of the things
he was ordered and permitted to do to helpless human beings.
"The stuff
I did and the stuff I saw was just wrong," Neely told the AP a year
ago, when it was assumed – incorrectly – that the Obama administration
would be closing down Gitmo within a year. Most of the guards were
in or just out of their teenage years, brimming with post-adolescent
aggression and suffused with a faux-patriotic desire to avenge
9/11 by beating or otherwise molesting any Muslim on which they
could lay their hands.
The guards
were told that the confused, terrified men who came stumbling out
of military transport planes with hoods over their heads and hands
and feet in shackles were "the worst terrorists in the world," Neely
recalls, and they were given permission – usually oblique, sometimes
explicit – to treat them any way that seemed fit.
On his first
day of guard duty, Neely was escorting a prisoner to a cell when
the elderly man balked. Neely responded to this faint gesture of
resistance by shoving the shackled man face-first into the ground.
Each time the terrified man tried to get to his feet, Neely slammed
him back to the floor. Eventually the prisoner was hog-tied and
left immobilized for several hours in direct sunlight.
At the time,
thanks to the indoctrination he'd received, Neely was convinced
that the prisoner was using his "terrorist training" to attack him.
He later learned that the old man had put up what feeble resistance
he could out of the belief that he was facing immediate execution.
For Commissar Levin, the take-away from this incident would be that
Neely was among the "heroic" guards who had been assaulted by a
prisoner. Neely, who is now a law enforcement officer (a career
path being pursued by many former Gitmo personnel – contemplate
that fact for a second), obviously knows better.
A few months
ago, Neely
traveled to England to seek reconciliation with two former Gitmo
detainees, Ruhal Ahmed and Shafiq Rasul. The meeting was arranged
by way of Rasul's Facebook page.
Ahmed and Rasul
were not terrorists of any kind; they had gone to Afghanistan on
a recreational tour that could be referred to as "A
Passage to Bangkok" (they were indulging in the "fragrance
of Afghanistan," as it were). Despite having more in common
with Cheech
and Chong or Harold
and Kumar than Osama bin Laden and Mullah
Omar, the duo was corralled by the Northern Alliance and sold
into American custody.
Brandon's intent
was to apologize for his complicity in the crimes committed at Gitmo.
His victims – displaying the virtue forgiveness that is a central
tenet of Christianity, even if it is alien to the teachings of contemporary
Ecclesio-Leninists – treated him with kindness, forebearance, and
friendship.
Neely grew
up in a multi-generational military family in Texas. After his duty
in Guantanamo he served in Iraq. As any honest person would, he
eventually recognized that the occupation of that country is illegal,
immoral, and unsupportable. To his considerable credit, he refused
to return to active duty in 2007 when his Individual Ready Reserve
unit was called up for another deployment to Iraq.
Just as commendable
is Neely's refusal to be bound by the unenforceable non-disclosure
document he was compelled to sign before leaving Guantanamo. That
document has the same legal and moral authority possessed by similar
confidentiality oaths taken by members of other criminal cliques,
but it has successfully intimidated other former Gitmo guards into
silence.
As a younger
man, Brandon Neely allowed himself to be transmuted into an instrument
of State-sanctioned criminal violence. By making amends to some
of the innocent people he helped to brutalize, Neely is reclaiming
his individual humanity. That is something Omar Deghayes, for all
he suffered at the hands of Neely's comrades, never surrendered.