Guantanamo Man Says MI6 Officer Played Key Role in Consigning Him to ...

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... Cuban Camp
Guantanamo man 'suing government'

A British terror suspect held captive in Guantanamo Bay for 33 months plans to sue the government, it is reported.

Martin Mubanga claimed in the Observer that an MI6 officer played a key role in consigning him to the Cuban camp, following his initial arrest in Zambia.

Mr Mubanga, who holds dual British and Zambian nationality, says he was subjected to brutal interrogation at the camp and was daubed with urine.

The Foreign Office said it could not comment on matters of intelligence. <snip>

http://www.turkishweekly.net/news.php?id=3723

[Up2Late]

1. Here's the BBC News Report

Saturday, 5 February, 2005, 22:54 GMT

Guantanamo man 'suing government'

Martin Mubanga, top right, and the three other British detainees
A British man held captive in Guantanamo Bay for 33 months plans to sue the government, it is reported.

Martin Mubanga claimed in the Observer that an MI6 officer played a key role in consigning him to the Cuban camp, following his initial arrest in Zambia.

Mr Mubanga, who holds dual British and Zambian nationality, says he was subjected to brutal interrogation at the camp and was daubed with urine.

The Foreign Office said it could not comment on matters of intelligence.

(more at link)
<http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/4240107.stm>

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2. The Foreign Office said it could not comment on matters of intelligence?

Real intelligent, throwing piss on someone.

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3. Here's the full interview in The Observer

Martin Mubanga can date the low point of his 33 months at Guantánamo Bay: 15 June, 2004. That sweltering Cuban morning, he was taken from the cellblock he was sharing with speakers of the Afghan language Pashto, none of whom knew English, for what had become his almost daily interrogation. As usual, his hands were shackled in rigid, metal cuffs attached to a body belt; another set of chains ran to his ankles, severely restricting his ability to move his legs. Trussed in this fashion, he was lying on the interrogation booth floor.

The seemingly interminable questioning had already lasted for hours. 'I needed the toilet,' Mubanga said, 'and I asked the interrogator to let me go. But he just said, "you'll go when I say so". I told him he had five minutes to get me to the toilet or I was going to go on the floor. He left the room. Finally, I squirmed across the floor and did it in the corner, trying to minimise the mess. I suppose he was watching through a one-way mirror or the CCTV camera. He comes back with a mop and dips it in the pool of urine. Then he starts covering me with my own waste, like he's using a big paintbrush, working methodically, beginning with my feet and ankles and working his way up my legs. All the while he's racially abusing me, cussing me: "Oh, the poor little negro, the poor little nigger." He seemed to think it was funny.'

How I entered the hellish world of Guantanamo Bay