Earlier this week, the Washington Monthly's Kevin Drum took his share of guff (and then some) from our side of the ’Sphere for calling the New York Times "the best newspaper in the world, bar none." Today, the Gray Lady rather eloquently rises to Mr. Drum's (and her own) defense with eight powerful, affecting, meticulously-reported pages on the mistreatment of detainees in Afghanistan.
Even as the young Afghan man was dying before them, his American jailers continued to torment him.
The prisoner, a slight, 22-year-old taxi driver known only as Dilawar, was hauled from his cell at the detention center in Bagram, Afghanistan, at around 2 a.m. to answer questions about a rocket attack on an American base. When he arrived in the interrogation room, an interpreter who was present said, his legs were bouncing uncontrollably in the plastic chair and his hands were numb. He had been chained by the wrists to the top of his cell for much of the previous four days.
Mr. Dilawar asked for a drink of water, and one of the two interrogators, Specialist Joshua R. Claus, 21, picked up a large plastic bottle. But first he punched a hole in the bottom, the interpreter said, so as the prisoner fumbled weakly with the cap, the water poured out over his orange prison scrubs. The soldier then grabbed the bottle back and began squirting the water forcefully into Mr. Dilawar's face.
"Come on, drink!" the interpreter said Specialist Claus had shouted, as the prisoner gagged on the spray. "Drink!"
At the interrogators' behest, a guard tried to force the young man to his knees. But his legs, which had been pummeled by guards for several days, could no longer bend. An interrogator told Mr. Dilawar that he could see a doctor after they finished with him. When he was finally sent back to his cell, though, the guards were instructed only to chain the prisoner back to the ceiling.
"Leave him up," one of the guards quoted Specialist Claus as saying.
Several hours passed before an emergency room doctor finally saw Mr. Dilawar. By then he was dead, his body beginning to stiffen. It would be many months before Army investigators learned a final horrific detail: Most of the interrogators had believed Mr. Dilawar was an innocent man who simply drove his taxi past the American base at the wrong time.
I know I've linked to it before, but John Cole's pointed question to the bury-the-bad-news crowd bears repeating here: "Which would be worse in the war on terror in the long run -- suspicions of abuse and sacrilege running rampant for years, or said abuses acknowledged, apologized for, and punished?”
Folks, the answer to that question is so clear, so unambiguous, so self-evident at this point that I'm truly beginning to wonder whether those who can't or won't acknowledge it even realize that there's a war on. And that our side really needs to win it.
POSTSCRIPT: I can think of more enjoyable ways of having spent the first twenty minutes or so of my 39th birthday, but few more valuable ones. Seriously, set aside a little time and read the whole thing.
UPDATE: Joe Gandelman gets it just right. "[A]llegations of this kind of behavior must be investigated and if proven true prosecuted to the absolute fullest extent of the law - including up the chain of command if necessary. Those who try to defend it or dismiss it as soldiers blowing off steam or minimize the gravity of it deserve nothing but contempt from those from both parties who militantly believe in and cherish long-held American ideals."
Hear, hear.