I just signed up for a reggae band. I’m not especially musical so all they’ll let me play is the triangle. I just stand at the back and ting.
As I had to hand over the clothes I was wearing and the possessions I had on me, it was as if the process of stripping me of my identity had begun. The clothes I was given to wear, the DNA samples, the fingerprints and the photographs that were taken all seemed like attempts to impose an alien persona.
VICE: It Don’t Gitmo Better Than This
Gitmo’s prison camps were built, in principle, to hold and interrogate captives outside the reach of US law … Since he was inaugurated in 2008, President Obama has twice promised to close Gitmo, but 166 men still languish in indefinite detention. It…
Mr. T shows you how to wear over-the-calf socks, but will you listen?
Merry Christmas, everyone.