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S 56 Safe Legal Transparent Care Safe Legal Humane & Transparent Care Transparent care of Gustave DJ peобр hempkustee This guy right here, he's probably a horrible person that is either killer or caused people to be killed. This guy over here doesn't know shit. From serial productions in the New York Times, I'm Dana Chivas. This is season 4 of serial, Juan Palamo. One prison camp told week by week. Danny was living in Yemen in 2001.
He was in his 20s, married, with two young daughters and another on the way, when he decided to go to Pakistan to get rich. I want to be like rich, like everyone, everyone wants to be rich. Do you want to be rich? Totally. Okay, me too, but it's so hard. His plan was to export honey, but not just any honey. There's a tree that grows in the desert in Yemen called a cedar tree. It blooms twice a year, so the honey the bees make from the cedar tree is rare and expensive.
Our country is most expensive honey in the area like one key. It costs about $150 a pound, unless you can get to Pakistan, where there's also cedar honey, but it's much cheaper. A lot cheaper, what do you think? Danny says his plan was to go to Pakistan. Five bunch of cedar honey swapped the labels to make it look like it was the more expensive cedar honey from Yemen, and then sell it at the higher price. So it was a little bit of a scam. Yeah, something like that, sorry.
But I was young, so that's what... Let me just pause here and say, if you were an intel person investigating al-Qaeda in 2002, I see you and your raised eyebrow. I was in Pakistan doing honey sales and trade was considered a common al-Qaeda cover story, along with charity work and finding a wife in Afghanistan. So, keeping that in mind, Danny was in Khrachi doing something, staying in a cheap motel, or if you believe the American government not a cheap motel, but an al-Qaeda safe house.
One one night there was a knock on the door of his room. It was Pakistani intelligence. They arrested him and about a dozen other men at the motel. Danny said they took him to some kind of a lock-up, questioned him, beat him, and eventually handed him over to the Americans. Who flew him to their base in Kandahar in Afghanistan? In Kandahar, in the first time you came, they tried to give you shock, like... They threatened to rape you. They threatened to rape you.
Not threatened by talking. They do it like you will in Kandahar when you arrive, they take off your clothes, like cat it. You are naked. Danny says he was standing in front of a table, facing an interrogator. The guards pushed him over the table. And behind you, big dude, he tried to like take off his pants. Yes, yes, yes, yes, and they asked you, you just answered the question, have you seen Bill Laden? No, where is Bill Laden? I was like, you don't...
If he asked me in that moment, are you Bill Laden or C.S.? Did you say when they said where's Bill Laden? I don't know, where is he? Who can't I know? What is Bill Laden? To Danny, this was an insane thing to be asked. He told me he was never in Al Qaeda. He was just a victim of wrong place wrong time. But even if, for the sake of argument, we say that Danny was in Al Qaeda.
He would have been so low level that asking him to low-keep bin Laden would have been like asking a private and US army to tell you where they keep the nuclear codes. Worth a try though, because in 2002, the number one question on the collective mind of the American government was where is fucking bin Laden? And they wanted to ask that question, and a lot of others, of the hundreds of prisoners they were picking up in Afghanistan and Pakistan and elsewhere.
So Danny was shipped off to Guantanamo, where he was asked countless other questions, and where he was held for 14 years. The reason I'm telling you this story about Danny is because in many ways, he was a pretty typical Guantanamo prisoner. Contrary to what the Bush administration was saying publicly, Guantanamo was not brimming with terrorist masterminds. Those guys were either in hiding or in secret CIA prisons, or they were dead.
The people who ended up at Guantanamo were mostly low-level fighters, some weren't even in Al Qaeda or the Taliban. Some weren't fighters at all. They just got caught up in the indiscriminate sweep of the war. Which meant, the intel we were getting from this intel factory wasn't very good. The prisoners just didn't know that much. But by the fall of 2002, a year after 9-11, the leadership at Guantanamo was getting heat from Washington to get better intel fast.
We were desperate to stop the next attack. And the commanders at Gitmo had a few prisoners they suspected actually were high up in Al Qaeda, if only they could get them to talk. Let me clarify something, because a lot of people, when they hear Guantanamo, think waterboarding. But that kind of torture, the most extreme physical abuse that was authorized in that era, that stuff happened at secret prisons. Overseas black sites, operated by the CIA.
Guantanamo was run by the military, and military interrogators had different rules from CIA interrogators about what they could and could not do to a detainee to get information. But at Guantanamo, some of the interrogators and commanders caught wind of what the CIA was up to, and decided they wanted to try out less conventional interrogation methods too. They wanted the legal freedom, like the CIA had, to get tougher on some of their prisoners.
And so, the special projects team was born. An elite group of military interrogators and analysts and interpreters assigned to break Guantanamo's most important detainees. The story I'm going to tell you is about one of the strangest, most elaborate intel operations that ever took place at Guantanamo, to try to get one single detainee to talk, just one. Told by the people who planned it and executed it, and by the target of the operation himself, a guy named Muhammadousalahi.
That's coming up after the break. Mr. Ex had been in the army, often on, for 16 years, when he arrived at Gitmo in February of 2003. He'd already heard about the special projects team, even though they'd only been around for a few months. If you were on special projects, I mean, basically you should instinct. You could walk around like you were the shit, because you supposedly were. The reason I'm calling Mr. Ex, Mr. Ex, is because that's the name he used with the detainees.
And the only way he'd agreed to do an interview was if we didn't use his real name. Because what he did at Guantanamo was controversial anyway, you slice it, as you'll soon hear. Mr. Ex was only at Gitmo for two months before he caught the eye of the special projects team. He thinks in part because of his creativity in the imparigation booth. A levelant creativity, he would call it now. Like, one time he wrote a poem for a detainee called, You Have Lost, Something Like That.
And then made the detainee stand and look at it, while the national anthem played on a loop for eight hours. He was elated when the special projects team asked him to join them. That's the word he used, elated. One of his first cases was Muhammadous Salahi, who's one of the most famous former Guantanamo detainees. Salahi wrote a book while he was at Gitmo, which was made into a Hollywood movie.
The CIA and military intelligence suspected Salahi was a member of the Hamburg cell in Germany, which had produced three of the 9-11 hijackers. The government thought Salahi had personally recruited them. Plus, Salahi's cousin was one of bin Laden's senior advisors in his inner circle. When Salahi first arrived at Guantanamo in August of 2002, he was questioned by the FBI. They knew he'd been in Al Qaeda in the 90s in Afghanistan.
But Salahi said he'd left the group years before. The FBI couldn't get much more out of him than that. Mr. X thought he understood why. Because one day, he went to watch the FBI interrogate Salahi from behind one way glass. I was like, oh my god, what is going on right now? He couldn't believe how friendly it all was. They come in and there's all this greeting, a lot of hugging and this kind of thing. And they said, hey, we brought you cake. I think it was or something like that.
Oh, thank you, my friend, my friend. And then one guy, I think he had an Irish last name like O'Brien or something. I can't remember. He said something to Salahi and he was like, oh, yes, my Irish barbarian friend. He has no fear of anything going on. He has no concerns or qualms about his future. Salahi, I should point out, is absolutely the kind of guy who would make friends with his captors. He's charming, has a wide knowledge of American pop culture and politics and idioms.
He can create an easy familiarity with a stranger within minutes of meeting them. In the interrogation room, what Mr. Exa was Salahi talking circles around the FBI. Salahi was the one in control. But now things would be different. The special projects team was taking over his interrogations and their approach would be a lot less friendly.
Because after months of legal acrobatics and hand-ringing over what is and is not torture, the Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld had just approved a set of 24 techniques that military interrogators could use on detainees at Guantanamo. The special projects team was free to dream up ways to put them to use to get Salahi to talk, as long as they got authorization for the harsher techniques. They began with an interrogation tag team.
Three interrogators would take turns questioning Salahi for 20 hours a day, non-stop. They would appear in different roles. There was a woman who called herself Mary. She would play the good cop. A guy called Shally, he was medium cop. And then there was Mr. Exa. A character they invented, whose purpose was to scare the shit out of Salahi. I wanted to create a persona, a thing that was not human, that he could not relate to as a human being,
that had total and absolute control. And that was in many ways like a monster at night. You know, the thing that haunts your nightmares. And when you're developing this character of Mr. Exa, are you talking it over with, you know, the team? Are you guys sitting in a conference room, sort of white boarding it out? Like how does that even work? 100%. That's exactly how it's just, you know, you could, you could compare it to any kind of like, you know, marketing team or something.
You know, hi, how are we going to reach our target audience, you know, people bouncing ideas off each other. And no, that's not good or that's good, but let's tweak it. And that's exactly how it went. Mr. Ex went down to the next, the naval bases Walmart like store and put together a costume, coveralls like a mechanic would wear boots and gloves, a balaclava that covered his entire face, except his mouth and eyes, and sunglasses. So there was no skin showing at all.
Mr. Exa was six feet tall, 210 pounds, much bigger than Salahi. He towered over him in the small interrogation room. And then I acted in a way that, you know, showed him that you have zero control. Like I was a 100% control. I know who you are. I know what you're doing. I'm going to make your life a living hell. Mr. Ex put strobe lights in the interrogation room and blasted metal music for the American National Anthem on a loop.
The room was often freezing cold. The air conditioner turned down as low as it would go, or brutally hot. The AC turned off in the middle of the Cuban summer. Sometimes Mr. Ex made Salahi stand for hours, and Salahi had a bad back, so this was excruciating for him. Mr. Ex wouldn't let Salahi pray. According to government reports, the team threatened Salahi. A member of the special projects team went to see Salahi in disguise, pretending to be a Navy captain who was working at the White House.
He called himself Captain Collins, showed Salahi a fake letter that talked about Salahi's mother being arrested. That she might be transferred to Guan Panamo, where she'd be the only woman in an all-male prison. This tactic, threatening his mother, was later determined to be illegal. The rest of it, the military said it was all fine. It was authorized. But Salahi wasn't changing his story, and they'd been out for six weeks already. Mr. Ex concluded that Salahi was dug in.
I think we were all pretty much convinced that he felt that he could outsmart us, and that he could outweather us. They needed to go to plan B, and with the new and unprecedented freedom they had from the Pentagon, they could get creative. Amp things up. They decided to move ahead with a special secret operation. They would actually take Salahi outside, not just the interrogation booth, but outside the prison itself, to try to jolt him into a new psychological state.
And what we decided was we wanted to recreate a psychological effect, which is called shock of capture, shock of arrest. The shock of capture is this idea that a person is more likely to give up useful information when they're first rolled up in a raid or an arrest. Though I should note, it's a theory that some interrogation experts have told me is not backed up by research. But Mr. Ex told me he's seen it work.
You normally can really get somebody to talk about anything, truthfully, right after they're captured, because their man are scared of shit, everything's dropped, and they just let it all out. So we thought, how can we regain that? How can we bring us back to that place?
Salahi had been captured two years before. Obviously, the shock of his actual capture had already worn off. So they would put him back into a state of shock with an elaborate ruse. They would make him think he was being taken from Guantanamo and handed over to another country, a country that would torture him. There's a term of art for this kind of thing. It's called a rendition. This would be a mock rendition. But how to pull this off?
At first, they thought about putting him in a helicopter and flying him around for a few hours. But that was deemed too risky. Too many people on the naval base would have to know about the operation for it to work. So, came up with a boat ride. It was creative. I got to see.
This is Richard Zouli. He was in charge of the special project's team at the time, Mr. X's boss. He was also the guy who had pretended to be Captain Collins. In his civilian life, he was a homicide detective with the Chicago Police Department. Zouli was a fan of this mock rendition. Boat ride was a high speed boat ride for about three hours in the bay. Big, large circles. Being an off-wear, you couldn't really say tell that you were turning.
After a few hours in the boat, the plan was to stop at a little island in the bay and make sluggy think they were handing him over to the intelligence services of another country, like Egypt or Jordan. They drive him around the bay a little longer, and then they would take him back to land to a new isolated cell, one that had been altered to be as bleak as possible, covered in tarp with no light coming in. He would have no idea where he was.
It was an unknown, like maybe it's another country, maybe it's an island, maybe it's on the moon, you know, who knows. But you're not a get-money. For the plan to work, they needed actors to convincingly play the roles of foreign intelligence agents. They needed people who spoke Arabic with Egyptian or Jordanian accents. Conveniently, they had a few of those hanging around. How were you recruited into the mock rendition operation? So it was just kind of a hallway conversation.
That's the guy they cast as the Jordanian intel agent. I'm going to call him Nasir, which is how the detainees knew him. Nasir was actually a 22 year old army engineer, an American and a native Arabic speaker who was sent to get mo to be a linguist and ended up with a key role in the mock rendition operation.
They just said, you know, we're going to talk to this other linguist and act like one of you is going to act like a Jordanian mohabbarat and the other is going to act like an Egyptian mohabbarat. And you talk to each other about what you're going to do to him, how are you going to torture him, how are you going to just, you know, cut him out and talk bad to him or whatever, and just to kind of put some fear into him.
And that's there. We'll just ride around the boat for a while and that's it. What did you, what did you think about the plan when you heard it? I didn't think much of it. I was like, okay, that's, that's what you're all made of do. I'll do it. When I first heard about this plan, I have to say, I thought it seemed extravagant, a little fantastical, a little reckless, a little stupid, like a war game kids might invent in their backyard.
Pretend to abduct a guy, pretend to take him to another country, pretend to hand him over to foreigners for torture. But who knows, maybe it could work. Slahy couldn't do an interview with me for this story because he's under contract with a documentary film company. But a few years ago, he talked to a German reporter, Bastion Berbner, for a podcast he was making. The tape you heard earlier of Richard Zulie, the head of the special projects team, is also from Bastion.
I reached out to Zulie multiple times for this story. He never responded. But both Slahy and Zulie told Bastion the story of what happened on the night of the mock rendition. It all began on a hot evening in late August. Slahy says he was in the interrogation booth with Mary, the good cop interrogator. He was eating dinner and MRE, the military's field rations, that's what they fed him at the time. When he heard a ton of noise, like boots stomping and banging on wood.
I did not know they were coming for me. They just came at me beating from everywhere. How many people? Two, a third one with a dog. Just beating me, dragging me on the floor, beating me everywhere. They broke my ribs, that's how they beat me. What happened afterwards? Mary tried to stop them, but they pushed her away. Then out, I couldn't see anything because they put shackles everywhere. They dragged me over the floor. Then I stopped breathing because every breath was so painful.
My broken ribs were really painful. Then they were making fun because I was like gasping for it. We were laughing so hard. They were very violent. Slahy says they dragged him outside and threw him into a truck. While all this was going down, Mr. X was waiting outside in a convoy of cars. He got the word to go and they took off. Out the prison gates and into the scrubby no man's land between the prison and Guantanamas little downtown.
When they got to the boat launch, Mr. X got out of his car and saw Slahy for the first time that night. He was shocked. Door opens up, Mary's there and they pull him out. I looked at him and I was like holy shit. His nose looked broke. It was all bloody. He had blood coming off his nose. He had the goggles on, but I could tell he, his face around his eyes had to have been swollen. His lip was busted up. It was fat and cracked and there was blood coming out of that.
I was like holy shit. What the fuck happened, right? It was not in a plan at all. Mr. X was pissed. As scary as he made himself out to be to Slahy, he saw his job as purely psychological. A game he and Slahy were playing with each other as opponents, one that required strategy and cunning on the part of the interrogator. He says he never got physically violent, legally he wasn't allowed to. Besides, he had standards.
There is something so base about resorting to violence that I really think that it is something that weak-minded people do. It's just, it's beneath the interrogator position. Mr. X told me he asked Zulie at some point that night what had happened. How did Slahy get his injuries? But Zulie shrugged it off. He said Slahy had resisted when the guards came in to take him away. And when Zulie was asked about it years later, he only remembered a cut on Slahy's lip.
But regardless of Slahy's physical state, the plan was in motion. Zulie, Mr. X, and a few others put Slahy on the boat, made him lie down on the bottom, and they all drove off into the bay. Slahy's arms were pinned to his sides under a life preserver, almost like he was in a street jacket. He had blackout goggles on, ear muffs, shackles. His ribs were injured, possibly broken. His face was busted up. And then they kept opening my mouth.
They raised my mouth, and they put pouring water until I feel like I'm all like a drowned hunter under the water. They stopped, and then I started choking. It's like salt water, it's not real water. It's not regular water. Slahy says there were two people handling him. One was holding my head, one was pouring the water. So, making sure I want it, because I keep moving, because I didn't want the water, but they kept pouring it.
So, they were holding down my head. Then when they did that, they filled me with ice. Ice down has jumped soon. The ice was so painful, because I am bruised, and probably I have opening, but they put ice on it right away. So, to heal it, to heal the wound, wound. And then when the water ran out, they started beating me again. This went on for... I don't know. Hours. Mr. X disputes some of what Slahy says happened.
He says yes, they did make him drink water, but just to keep him hydrated, and it wasn't salt water. He thinks Slahy smelled the salty air and felt the sea spray and got confused. Slahy says no, he was not confused. It was salt water. Mr. X also told me they did put ice down Slahy's jumpsuit. Again, not to torture him, but to keep him from getting heatstroke. But both Mr. X and Zoli say, Slahy was not beaten during the boat rides.
It seemed they were committed to keeping him alive, while simultaneously trying to scare him to death. We were floating at one point. We stopped the float, and I remember getting down by his ear, and I'm saying, you remember me? You know who this is, motherfucker? We fucked up. We got you down, right? So, I was getting the heightened that fear of Mr. X. I mean, I believe he genuinely thought like, this is it. I'm dying tonight. I'm going to die.
His carotid artery was pulsing, he was sweating, and he was like, you know, like this mouth, like this slack jog kind of breathing fear, like just that always stick with me. Like the fear was so palpable. Eventually, they pulled up to a small island. Richard Zoli, the head of the special project's team, drag Slahy onto the land. This is where they met up with Nasir, the fake Jordanian intel guy, and the other linguist, the fake Egyptian intel guy.
Slahy had earmuffs on to prevent him from hearing, but I had had little holes drilled him, so he could hear. Although he knew he wasn't supposed to hear. People who are talking, all is at me, like, that's what you get terroristic thoughts like. And then Mr. Zoli stepped up, came, I recognized his voice. He made the speech, we thank people who helped us fight against terrorism. We thank people who help us fight against terrorism.
Zoli was appearing in character again as Captain Collins, the fake White House guy. He was talking to Nasir and the other linguist. I mean, the other linguists are just talking shit about him, talking shit about what we're going to do to him, and saying, oh, we're going to do this, we're going to do that. Look at these guys, they don't torture, they don't do anything. Wait until he comes in our hands. You know, we're going to do this and this and this and this.
They didn't have a script, and Nasir would find out years later from reading Slahy's book, that Slahy had already been in Jordanian custody once before. Nasir wishes he had known at the time, he thinks his performance would have been so much better. Well, all this was playing out, Mr. X was off to the side. He didn't have a part in this scene, so he got to take five.
I sat off the side, had to cigarette it, how much, watched as individuals were around there playing their roles, whatever those were. Okay. Can I ask you a weird question that just popped into my head? Sure. That night, before you go to start this operation, do you remember what you did? Did you have dinner? Do you remember getting dressed? Do you remember how you felt like were you nervous? No, it's an interesting question, because no, I wasn't nervous.
I'll tell you, so this is a curious question, because there's, you know, a discussion about the problem. My question reminded Mr. X of a documentary film he'd seen about all these photo albums someone found of Nazi guards and staff at a concentration camp. And the photo album is just filled with these images of people parting, you know, drinking, eating, sunbathing, whatever, dancing. And otherwise conducting themselves in this very carefree and whimsical manner.
And when they want to doing those things, the most horrible things were happening on the face of the planet at the time, right? And while I won't say that the things that happened to get me were even remotely close to what happened and I'll switch with Birkenau at all, I will say that there is an absolute parallel to that dynamic. So you left the gate of Delta or Echo, whatever was you working? Camp Delta or Camp Echo, two of the prison compounds at Guantanamo.
And then you went back to your place and you took a shower and you had lots of TV and cracks and beers, you had something to eat and then you went to the teaky bar or they'll, or this club or whatever, and you drank and you had a good time. And then you went back to work and did the things that you did. So I don't remember what I did, but the night before the operation, I probably, I was chilling out having beers and kicking it with my buddy. He didn't have anything to worry about.
After all, their plan had been approved by Donald Rumsfeld himself. Not only is it approved, authorized, but it's the right thing to do. Finally, around one or two in the morning, they took Salahi back to land, back to Guantanamo to a new cell. He was spinning distance from where he had started the night, but they hoped he would think he was somewhere new, maybe a new country. Salahi says he knew he was still at Gitmo. That part of the plan didn't work.
Well, I'm not saying this as an assault, but Americans are not really the best in geography, so I know it was still in Cuba. But Salahi also says it didn't really matter where he was. Also, what it did make sense to me is I know wherever they take me, it would be Americans who are calling the shots. So Cuba or Egypt or Jordan, it would be Americans. Americans, who had already had him disappeared from his home in Mauritania, rendered to a Jordanian prison and then taken to Bagram.
Americans who sent him from Bagram to Guantanamo, where he was treated to temperate extremes, food deprivation, sleep deprivation, loud music, the national anthem, strobe lights, threats to imprison his family to bring his mother to Guantanamo, where she'd be raped, to have him rendered again. That's the irony at the heart of this whole operation.
The idea was to trick Salahi into thinking he was losing the protections of American values and decency and morality and being handed over to a country that will torture people for information. But of course, he was already in the hands of a country like that. Two weeks after the mock rendition, isolated in a dim cell, Salahi finally agreed to talk. What he told them, after the break. Salahi's new cell was in an isolated part of the prison, camp echo. He had no one to talk to, no sunlight.
In his book, he wrote that he could tell whether it was day or night by looking into his toilet, the water appeared lighter during the day. Eventually, Salahi would report hearing voices. Seems a little creepy, an interrogator wrote to a gitmost psychologist. His only interaction with other people was with the guards, who brought him his meals and barked orders at him, but nothing more.
After two weeks of isolation, Mr. X says, Mary went in with a pillow and a snickers bar, and he collapsed and wept like a baby according to her, and said, I'm ready to talk. Salahi says he wrote out a confession. He includes a version of it in his book. I came to Canada with a plan to blow up the scene in town, and my accomplices were Ahmad, Muhammad, Hasni, and Ra'ov. After he confessed, Zuli wanted to see him. He just gotsht information. He gave so much.
Muhammad wrote an explosive simulation software that I picked up. He was labor intensive, trying to transfer it from notes into reports to get him submitted. Ahmad provided the financing, thanks to Canada Intel. The plan was discovered and sentenced to failure. He was so prolific that I got him a computer. I had it scrubbed, brought it into him, and we would finish our session, and then we would leave him with written assignments.
And he would sit up, and he would type 20, 30, 40 pages of response to some of these things. He would create link charts. He did amazing stuff. I said the guy had a photographic memory or the next best thing. I was supposed to bury a lot of sugar to mix with the explosives. It worked very, very well. All I could say is this. Everybody in the team got a defense maritory service metal. It's a high award in the American military.
In that citation, it refers to the single most important source of information on al-Qaeda in Europe. So I think it played out very well. I admit that I am as guilty as any other participants, and I am so sorry and ashamed for what I have done. I am signed with Muhammad Al-Sendah. How much of that is true? None of it is true. Shortly after he confessed, Slaheer recanted. He later said he made things up just to get the torture to stop.
Despite Zuleer's assessment, over the last 20 years, this idea that the mock rendition was a huge success, his largely fallen apart under scrutiny. The military attorney assigned a prosecute Slaheer for what amounted to war crimes. He resigned from the case when he found out about Slaheer's treatment and concluded he had been tortured. Eventually Slaheer challenged his imprisonment in federal court.
In the judge in that case, Judge James Robertson, saw a lot of the governments in Pell on Slaheer. Judge Robertson wrote in his opinion that, yes, while the government did show that Slaheer was an al-Qaeda sympathizer, possibly even, quote, a fellow traveler, he concluded that the government had not proven that Slaheer was a member of al-Qaeda at the time of his capture.
Even more, he wrote, quote, The government's problem is that its proof that Slaheer gave material support to terrorists is so attenuated, or so tainted by coercion and mistreatment, or so classified, that it cannot support a successful criminal prosecution. He ordered that Slaheer be released. The government appealed the ruling and kept Slaheer at Guantanamo for six more years, until he was finally released in 2016, back to his home country of Mauritania.
So, the special projects teams and Tarragation plan for Slaheer produced dubious intel, foiled the potential terrorism prosecution, and did untold damage to Muhammadous Slaheer himself. What was the government's take on all of this? At first, in 2005, the Army investigated accusations of detainee abuse at Guantanamo, and concluded there was, quote, no evidence of torture or inhumane treatment.
But then, a few years later, the Senate released a report detailing the abuse of detainees, including Slaheer, and laid the blame on Bush administration lawyers and top Pentagon brass. Today, what they did to Slaheer, the mock rendition, the threats, the psychological abuse, all of it would be illegal. Congress has since passed laws to ensure that.
Plus, now, the official standard for interrogations for all government agents, not just the military, is the Army's interrogation manual, which explicitly prohibits torture. So, if the American government were a person, one might reasonably conclude these reports in this corrective action to be a kind of meoculpa, an acknowledgement that what was done to Slaheer was wrong, a promise not to make the same mistakes again.
But governments, of course, are not people. They don't have feelings. They don't have to take responsibility or issue apologies, at least not in the case of Guantanamo. The emotional baggage of that place and time, which was not so very long ago, is still carried by the people who were its main players. Muhammadu Slaheer, first and foremost. The members of the special projects team, they have not reached a consensus about what they did to Slaheer.
When Zulieer spoke to reporter Bastion Bourboner in 2021, he felt no ambiguity about the mock rendition operation or how it went down. In his mind, Slaheer was al-Qaeda and they broke him and whatever Slaheer says about his confession today, the operation worked. Of course he has to recant everything. Of course he has to say he's tortured. Of course he has to say that everything was made up and everything was brutal. He was adamant. Slaheer wasn't treated all that badly for a bad guy.
Stop your tears and your hand ringing. His condition there was not much different from the condition of prisoners that are in Supermax in the United States. I'm not concerned about him. He wasn't tortured. He wasn't physically beaten. He wasn't tortured. He was beaten in the respect that we won he lost in the mental game, in the mind game, of trying to keep the information inside.
Now you can sit here and look at it 20 or 19 years later and say, oh these terrible, terrible people, they made him feel alone. But the more important mission there was to get the intelligence and maybe save lives. Maybe save your life. So, alright, I think we're done. Zuli cut the interview short. After Guantanamo, Zuli went back to working at the Chicago Police Department.
In the years since, according to court documents, he's been accused by multiple people of falsifying evidence and coercing confessions through threats and physical abuse, including four people whose convictions have been vacated. They've all filed civil suits. One case has been dismissed. The other three are still pending. Zuli and the city of Chicago have denied the allegations. He's now retired.
Nasser, the fake Jordanian torture of slash real Arabic linguist, says, when he first started working with the special projects team, he wasn't all that bothered by their tactics. He thought most of the detainees would have gotten far worse treatment in their own countries. And I thought, you know, they brought this to themselves. We need to gather information. These are the people that we need to get it from. So, any way we can get information that would complete our puzzle, we need to pull it.
Looking back on the slahy operation today, Nasser feels like, yeah, it was morally uncomfortable, but also admittedly creative. He's not torn up about his partner. He was a soldier doing his job. Mr. X, on the other hand, six months after he got home from Guantanamo, he had a psychotic break. The reality of what he participated in came crashing down on him. The psychological torture he inflicted on slahy and other detainees.
The fact that he hadn't reported up the chain that slahy had been abused. That crop of unextinguishable regrets to borrow a phrase from heart of darkness. What he understands now about the interrogations at Guantanamo is that sometimes what happened in the booth wasn't actually about getting intel. What I have realized over the intervening two decades is that it was punitive. There was, because you'd go in with a person and they would like not want to talk to you.
And they pray or whatever. And then it was like, okay, you son of a bitch. So I'm going to do this for eight hours. And I want to just make you miserable. But you wrote it up like you, you know, you wanted to believe that what you're doing was an attempt to actually break them. He'd finished a session and write up a report of what had happened in the interrogation booth for the record. And just like that, through the alchemy of paperwork, his anger was transformed into professional practice.
It was catharsis presented his craftsmanship. And it felt good. Today, Mr. X has a lot of shame about what he did back then. He'll tell you that what he did to slah he was torture. And the torture doesn't work. The torture produces untrustworthy, crappy intel that he's haunted by the image of slah he's face when he was taken out of the truck that night. But he still thinks slah he was a terrorist. He thinks slah he is manipulating everyone and always has. And that eats at him.
And the fact that it still eats at him all these years later, that eats at him too. He just wants a guy out of his head. This whole thing, man, it's like I still have resentment about this guy, right? Like I still think, you know, that he's complicit some way and we'll never know how. And, but this is how conflicted this whole thing is, how deep it's, it's, it's, it's tendrils have insinuated itself in my, my being and in his, I'm sure.
And I'm just, I'm tired of feeling like that. Like I'm tired of feeling like I'm angry at him for being who I think he is and not admitting it. I'm tired at the fact that we did what we did to try to make him tell us the other things. And, and I'm just tired of thinking about it in general. Like, I just wish it could just really end. For his part, Muhammadouslahi says he's doing okay now, aside from recurring nightmares and debilitating PTSD.
He got married to an American, had a baby, got divorced. A lot of Guantanamo detainees, when they're released, struggle to overcome the label. So they try to keep it quiet, their time at the world's most notorious prison for supposed terrorists. Guantanamo's just not a great look when you're trying to settle down, have a family, restart a life.
But, Slahi hasn't run away from it. He was already something of a media darling by the time he got out of Gitmo, at least in the small world of Guantanamo media and Guantanamo darlings. He has nearly 41,000 followers on X, the best-selling book called Guantanamo Diary, a movie called The Mauritanian. He gives speeches and conferences, does interviews regularly.
And one of the messages he's been out there delivering is forgiveness. He befriended one of his guards, Steve Wood, who visited him in Mauritania. He's been in touch with other guards and interrogators, including Mr. Axe, though Mr. Axe wasn't interested in Slahi's forgiveness.
The Americans took 14 years of his life, marked him in indelible ways. And now, this man once accused of being a key player in 9-11, he's taken the moral high ground. Though, after what was done to him, he didn't have very far to climb. Forgiveness, though, is a funny thing. It can be freeing, healing to forgive. But it's also a power move, an acknowledgement that the person you're forgiving needs something from you, that only you can give.
In that dynamic, the forgiver is on top, so forgiveness is also an act of revenge. And on that battlefield, at least, Slahi is the victor.
Serial is produced by Jessica Weisberg, Sarah Canig and me. Our editor is Julie Snyder, additional reporting by Boston Burbner and Cora Courier, fact-checking by Ben Phalen, music supervision, sound design, and mixing by Phoebe Wein, original score by Sophia Deili Alessandre, editing help from Alvin Meleth, Jen Guera, Ellen Weiss, David Kestembaum, and Ira Glass.
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