"There Is Nothing I've Experienced In My Life That Is Worse"
"Dit is het ergste wat ik in mijn leven heb meegemaakt"
Shane Bauer, who was kept in solitary confinement while held hostage in Iran, visited Pelican Bay, a
supermax California prison with a large solitary population. One of his guides at Pelican Bay asked
him how Iranian situation compared:
Shane Bauer, die in eenzame opsluiting werd gehouden als gijzelaar in Iran,
bezocht Pelican Bay, een “supermax” gevangenis in Californië met een groot
aantal gevangenen in eenzame opsluiting. Een van zijn gidsen op Pelican Bay
vroeg hem naar een vergelijking met de Iraanse situatie:
"There was a window," I say. I don't quite know how to tell him what I mean by that answer. "Just having that light come in,
seeing the light move across the cell, seeing what time of day it was—" Without those windows, I wouldn't have had the
sound of ravens, the rare breezes, or the drops of rain that I let wash over my face some nights. My world would have
been utterly restricted to my concrete box, to watching the miniature ocean waves I made by sloshing water back and forth
in a bottle; to marveling at ants; to calculating the mean, median, and mode of the tick marks on the wall; to talking to
myself without realizing it. For hours, days, I fixated on the patch of sunlight cast against my wall through those
barred and grated windows. When, after five weeks, my knees buckled and I fell to the ground utterly broken, sobbing and
rocking to the beat of my heart, it was the patch of sunlight that brought me back. Its slow creeping against the wall
reminded me that the world did in fact turn and that time was something other than the stagnant pool my life was draining into.
Here, there are no windows.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=KS7hCZ8IiMc
"Dit is het ergste wat ik in mijn leven heb meegemaakt"
Shane Bauer, who was kept in solitary confinement while held hostage in Iran, visited Pelican Bay, a
supermax California prison with a large solitary population. One of his guides at Pelican Bay asked
him how Iranian situation compared:
Shane Bauer, die in eenzame opsluiting werd gehouden als gijzelaar in Iran,
bezocht Pelican Bay, een “supermax” gevangenis in Californië met een groot
aantal gevangenen in eenzame opsluiting. Een van zijn gidsen op Pelican Bay
vroeg hem naar een vergelijking met de Iraanse situatie:
"There was a window," I say. I don't quite know how to tell him what I mean by that answer. "Just having that light come in,
seeing the light move across the cell, seeing what time of day it was—" Without those windows, I wouldn't have had the
sound of ravens, the rare breezes, or the drops of rain that I let wash over my face some nights. My world would have
been utterly restricted to my concrete box, to watching the miniature ocean waves I made by sloshing water back and forth
in a bottle; to marveling at ants; to calculating the mean, median, and mode of the tick marks on the wall; to talking to
myself without realizing it. For hours, days, I fixated on the patch of sunlight cast against my wall through those
barred and grated windows. When, after five weeks, my knees buckled and I fell to the ground utterly broken, sobbing and
rocking to the beat of my heart, it was the patch of sunlight that brought me back. Its slow creeping against the wall
reminded me that the world did in fact turn and that time was something other than the stagnant pool my life was draining into.
Here, there are no windows.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=KS7hCZ8IiMc