US Training of Death Squads in Iraq? - War Is A Crime .org
US Training of Death Squads in Iraq? - War Is A Crime .org
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‘‘I th<strong>in</strong>k it was all an act to try and get him to talk,’’ Rooker said. ‘‘But for a fraction <strong>of</strong> a secondI didn’t know that. I thought the guy was go<strong>in</strong>g to cap him.’’The commandos moved about 100 yards away, where they <strong>in</strong>terrogated the young man aga<strong>in</strong>,this time without an AK-47 <strong>in</strong> his face. With an execution no longer <strong>in</strong> the <strong>of</strong>f<strong>in</strong>g, Rookerdecided not to irritate the capta<strong>in</strong> further. ‘‘They’ll shake him up a little bit more,’’ he said to thedriver <strong>of</strong> his Humvee. ‘‘Stay back and let them do their job.’’Later, I asked Johansen about what had happened.‘‘I’m about 99 percent sure it was <strong>in</strong>timidation to put fear <strong>in</strong>to the guy,’’ he told me. ‘‘I knowthey use different means <strong>of</strong> <strong>in</strong>terrogation, but I didn’t expect them to raise a weapon at adeta<strong>in</strong>ee. I don’t th<strong>in</strong>k they know the value <strong>of</strong> human life Americans have. If they shootsomebody, I don’t th<strong>in</strong>k they would have remorse, even if they killed someone who was<strong>in</strong>nocent.’’Inside the Detention CenterIn Samarra, the commandos established a detention center at the public library, a hundred yardsdown the road from City Hall. The library is a one-story rose-hued build<strong>in</strong>g surrounded by afive-foot wall. There is a Arabic <strong>in</strong>scription over its entrance: ‘‘In the name <strong>of</strong> Allah the mostgracious and merciful, Oh, Lord, please fill me with knowledge.’’These days, the knowledge sought under its ro<strong>of</strong> comes not from hardback books but frombl<strong>in</strong>dfolded deta<strong>in</strong>ees. In guerrilla wars <strong>of</strong> recent decades, detention centers have played anotorious role. From Lat<strong>in</strong> America to the Balkans and the Middle East, the worst abuse hastaken place away from the eyes <strong>of</strong> bystanders or journalists. Dur<strong>in</strong>g my first few days <strong>in</strong> the city,I was told I could not visit the center; I was able only to observe, discreetly, as deta<strong>in</strong>ees wereled <strong>in</strong>to it at all hours. But one day Jim Steele asked whether I wanted to <strong>in</strong>terview a Saudi youthwho had been captured the previous day. I agreed, and he took me to the detention center.We walked through the entrance gates <strong>of</strong> the center and stood, briefly, outside the ma<strong>in</strong> hall.Look<strong>in</strong>g through the doors, I saw about 100 deta<strong>in</strong>ees squatt<strong>in</strong>g on the floor, hands bound beh<strong>in</strong>dtheir backs; most were bl<strong>in</strong>dfolded. To my right, outside the doors, a leather-jacketed security<strong>of</strong>ficial was slapp<strong>in</strong>g and kick<strong>in</strong>g a deta<strong>in</strong>ee who was sitt<strong>in</strong>g on the ground. We went to a roomadjacent to the ma<strong>in</strong> hall, and as we walked <strong>in</strong>, a deta<strong>in</strong>ee was led out with fresh blood aroundhis nose. The room had enough space for a couple <strong>of</strong> desks and chairs; one desk had bloodsta<strong>in</strong>srunn<strong>in</strong>g down its side. The 20-year-old Saudi was led <strong>in</strong>to the room and sat a few feet from me.He said he had been treated well and that a bandage on his head was a result <strong>of</strong> an <strong>in</strong>jury hesuffered <strong>in</strong> a car accident as he was be<strong>in</strong>g chased by <strong>Iraq</strong>i soldiers.A few m<strong>in</strong>utes after the <strong>in</strong>terview started, a man began scream<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the ma<strong>in</strong> hall, drown<strong>in</strong>g outthe Saudi’s voice. ‘‘Allah!’’ he shouted. ‘‘Allah! Allah!’’ It was not an ecstatic cry; it waschill<strong>in</strong>g, like the screams <strong>of</strong> a madman, or <strong>of</strong> someone be<strong>in</strong>g driven mad. ‘‘Allah!’’ he yelledaga<strong>in</strong> and aga<strong>in</strong>. The shouts were too loud to ignore. Steele left the room to f<strong>in</strong>d out what washappen<strong>in</strong>g. By the time he returned, the shouts had ceased. But soon, through the w<strong>in</strong>dow beh<strong>in</strong>d15