I acknowledge that Guardian Unlimited isn’t necessarily the most reliable media source out there; it has an editorial bias that makes the charges of the wingnut bridage that there’s such a thing as “the liberal media” at least borderline credible. And with all the uproar in Europe over their having been tainted by the Bush administration’s too-cozy relationship with torture, I wouldn’t be surprised if some aspects of this story are being played up or down in order to craft a particular effect.

But with all that said, to the extent the events described are true (and I think that has to be at least a working hypothesis, given what we know at this point), this is really awful: ‘One of them made cuts in my penis. I was in agony’.

They continued with two or three interrogations a month. They weren’t really interrogations, more like training me what to say. The interrogator told me what was going on. “We’re going to change your brain,” he said.

I suffered the razor treatment about once a month for the remaining time I was in Morocco, even after I’d agreed to confess to whatever they wanted to hear. It became like a routine. They’d come in, tie me up, spend maybe an hour doing it. They never spoke to me. Then they’d tip some kind of liquid on me — the burning was like grasping a hot coal. The cutting, that was one kind of pain. The burning, that was another.

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