Guantanamo

My Journey

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By: David Hicks

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Everyone has an opinion on him. But only he knows the truth

‘My story and who I am as a person is something so many people have an opinion on already. Whatever you may think of me now, in the past, or after reading this book, you will have a much better understanding of how the following events came to pass and why. You will see that I am not, and have never been, a supporter of terrorism. I am not a public threat. I did not harm anyone – I never attempted or planned to – nor was I accused of such. And I did not break any Australian, US or international laws.’ – David Hicks

In 1999 a young man from suburban Adelaide set out on an overseas trip that would change his life forever.

Initially, he was after adventure and the experience of travelling the Silk Road. But events would set him on a different path. He would be deemed a terrorist, one of George W. Bush’s ‘worst of the worst’. He would be incarcerated in one of the world’s most notorious prisons, Guantanamo Bay.

And in that place where, according to an interrogator in Abu Ghraib, ‘even dogs won’t live’, he was to languish for five and a half years, suffering physical and mental abuse, while his fate – and the opinions of all Australians – was shaped by politicians, the media and foreign governments.

Guantanamo: My Journey is an autobiographical account of Hicks’s young adulthood, his overseas travels to Japan, Albania and Pakistan, and the events leading up to his capture in Afghanistan and incarceration in the infamous US military facility at Guantanamo Bay. Released from prison in late 2007, he also tells of his attempt to put his past behind him and enjoy his life in the present.

As the first published account of David Hicks’s life, Guantanamo: My Journey is a confronting picture of unchecked power, the fight for justice and the power of endurance.

About The Author

David Hicks was born in Adelaide, South Australia, in 1975. After leaving school, he worked as a jackaroo in the Australian outback before settling in Adelaide. Later, he worked as a horse trainer in Japan before witnessing TV reports of atrocities in Kosovo, which motivated him to travel to Albania. Back in Australia, he developed an interest in politics, especially in disadvantaged, oppressed communities. He then embarked on a journey to Kashmir. During the US-led invasion of Afghanistan in 2001, he was apprehended by the Northern Alliance and sold to the US military, which then sent him to Guantanamo Bay, where he spent five and a half years in detention before returning to Australia.

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Sit up and pay attention of how the Australian Goverment and our so callecd allies, is and has treated our citzens.

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This is the first time I have had the opportunity to tell my story publicly. I hope you find that this book is not only a story of injustice, but also a story of hope. (David Hicks)

Like him or loathe him, David Hicks certainly polarises people. One of the most talked about Australians, and for all the wrong reasons, he is now speaking out for the first time since before the whole sorry saga began. This high-security memoir has been under lock and key and its publication has caught everyone by surprise. What is no surprise is the level of interest in the this most controversial man.

The first published account by David Hicks of the years leading up to his incarceration in the infamous US military detention camp at Guantanamo Bay, this book will cover his time as a detainee, and his search for a normal life following release from prison in late 2007.

Written over the last two years, the book dispels myths about David Hicks's life before Guantanamo and reveals insights into the interrogation techniques used by the US military on Guantanamo Bay detainees.

Publishing Director of Random House Australia, Nikki Christer, said she had greatly enjoyed working with David Hicks as his publisher, and found him to be a talented writer. She expected keen interest in this first published account of his experience.

"David Hicks is one of the more intriguing figures in recent Australian history. Most people have an opinion about him, but very few know the truth of his experience," Ms Christer said. "We've waited a long time to hear from him."

Managing Director of Random House Australia, Margaret Seale, said the publisher was proud to be bringing such an important Australian memoir to print.

"David Hicks has been the subject of controversy and sharply divided opinion in recent years, but until now his own story has not been told. Guantanamo: My Journey is a remarkable story that sheds light on an important chapter in our recent history," Ms Seale said.

I awoke on a concrete slab with the sun in my face. I looked around and saw that I was in a cage made out of cyclone fencing, the same as the boundary fence around my old primary school. Internal fences divided the cage into ten enclosures, and I was in one of the corner‐end cells. Around me, I saw five other concrete slabs with what looked like birdcages constructed on top. A fence covered in green shadecloth and topped with rolls of razor wire was wrapped around these six concrete slabs, able to house sixty unfortunate human beings. Hanging on the inside of this fence were signs saying, ‘If you attempt escape, you will be shot’, complete with a featureless person with a target for a head. All around the outside of the shadecloth, civilian and uniformed personnel cleared and flattened grass and trees. They poured cement and assembled the wire cages, calling them ‘blocks’. There was nothing much else around us except guard towers boasting large, painted American flags and manned by armed marines.

My block was only the second to have been built, but that would change over time. As this prison grew out of the grass, more ‘detainees’, as they liked to call us, rather than POWs, arrived. About a month later, around three hundred and sixty of us lived in these outdoor enclosures. They were open to the wind, sun, dust and rain and offered no respite. The local wildlife was being disturbed as their homes were bulldozed to make room for the concrete blocks, and scorpions, snakes and nine‐inch‐long tarantulas tried to find shelter in what were now our enclosures.

My cage, like all the cages, was three steps wide by three steps long. I shared this space with two small buckets: one to drink out of, the other to use as a toilet. There was an ‘isomat’ (a five‐millimetre‐thin foam mat), a towel, a sheet, a bottle of shampoo that smelt like industrial cleaner, a bar of soap (I think), a toothbrush with three‐quarters of the handle snapped off and a tube of toothpaste. When I held this tube upside down, even without squeezing, a white, smelly liquid oozed out until it was empty.

This bizarre operation was called Camp X‐Ray. Our plane was the first to arrive on this barren part of the island, and we remained the only detainees for the first three or four days. We had been spaced apart because of the surplus of cages. Every hour of the day and night, we had to produce our wristband for inspection, as well as the end of our toothbrush, in case we had ‘sharpened it into a weapon’. These constant disturbances prevented us from sleeping. We were not allowed to talk, or even look around, and had to stare at the concrete between our legs while sitting upright on the ground. If we did lie flat on the concrete, we had to stare at a wooden covering a foot or so above our cages, which served as some type of roof. Apart from blocking the sun for about two hours around high noon, the roof offered no other benefit. Sitting or lying in the middle of the cage, away from the sides, were the only two positions we were allowed to assume. We could not stand up unless ordered to, while the biggest sin was to touch the enclosing wire. If we transgressed any of these rules, even if innocently looking about, we were dealt with by the IRF team, an acronym for Instant Reaction Force. The Military Police (MP) nicknamed this procedure being ‘earthed’ or ‘IRFed’, because they would slam and beat us into the ground.

I first witnessed the IRF team a day or two after my arrival. An MP stopped outside the cage of an Afghani, my closest neighbour at the time. He was the detainee with the prosthetic limb, who had been on the two ships with me. The MP demanded to know what the Afghani had scratched into the cement. He had not scratched anything and could not even speak or understand English. I heard the MP read, ‘Osama will save us.’ The detainee had no idea what the guard was on about, yet the MP was furious when he did not respond. ‘I’ll teach you to resist,’ the MP threatened and stormed off. Suddenly six MPs in full riot gear formed a line outside his cage. The first one held a full‐length shield. He entered the cage first, slamming the detainee, pinning him to the cement floor with the shield, while the others beat him in the torso and face. The last to enter the cage was a military dog handler with a large German shepherd. The dog was encouraged to bark and growl only centimetres from the Afghani’s face while he was being beaten. In later cases, the dogs bit detainees.

When they had finished, they chained him up and carried him out. His face was covered in blood. A few hours later an MP washed the blood off the cement with a scrubbing brush and hose. To add to that injustice, an MP told me some weeks later that he himself had scratched that statement into the cement before any of us had arrived at Guantanamo, while they had been training and awaiting our arrival.

Every two or three days another planeload of detainees would arrive. They were always made to kneel and lean forward on the gravel while being yelled at and struck in the back of the head. They had to balance in this position while one detainee at a time was picked up from the line, escorted into a block and deposited into a cage. Those who were moved first were lucky not to have to endure the stress position for hours. When all the cages in our block had been occupied, detainees began to fill the other newly built blocks around us. It was around this time that helicopters hovered above and very large groups of civilians walked through the camp to view us in our cages – specimens in an international makeshift zoo.

The first two weeks of Camp X‐Ray was a blur of hardships: no sleeping, no talking, no moving, no looking, no information. Through a haze of disbelief and fear, pain and confusion, we wondered what was going to happen. To pass time and relieve the pressure on my ailing back, I chose to lie down rather than sit up. During the day I would look slightly to my right, focusing my vision just beyond the wooden roof, and lose myself in the sky beyond. It was an escape, so peaceful, so blue and full of sunlight. I gazed at the odd cloud and spied big, black birds circling high above, called vulture hawks. It was never long, though, before a hostile face blocked the view, screaming, ‘What are you looking at? Look up at the roof.’ All I could do was sigh and avert my gaze from the infinite, blue sky to a piece of wood.

Guantanamo: My Journey, by David Hicks (William Heinemann Australia)

ISBN: 9781864711585
ISBN-10: 1864711582
Audience: General
Format: Hardcover
Language: English
Number Of Pages: 456
Published: 16th October 2010
Publisher: Random House Australia
Dimensions (cm): 24.1 x 16.4 x 4.2
Weight (kg): 0.8