Khadr’s Gitmo ordeal played out in video
* CSIS agents warned him that family risked torture in Pakistan
Here’s the video of Omar Khadr, the Islamic terrorist captured on a battlefield in Afghanistan after throwing a grenade that killed a US soldier, sobbing and weeping and feeling sorry for himself. This little SoB is a killer and his whole clan is involved in terrorism. And the left feels sorry for this piece of human waste?
A 16-year-old Omar Khadr is seen pulling at his hair, covering his face and shedding his tunic in stills taken from videotapes of Canadian officials interrogating the Toronto-born terror suspect in Guantanamo Bay in 2003. Omar Khadr was 15 when U.S. forces seized him in Afghanistan following a firefight. He is now 21 and still being held in the Guantanamo prison camp.
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It was the ultimate exercise in good-cop, bad-cop. For four days in 2003 at the U.S. military prison at Guantanamo Bay, CSIS interrogators questioned the then 16-year-old Omar Khadr — alternately plying him with hamburgers, potato chips and soda, and grilling him with tough questions about his family’s terrorist connections and his own activities in Afghanistan.
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Sometimes, they treated Khadr like a kid brother, teasing him about being from Scarborough, joking about his love of horseback riding, and offering him chocolate. Other times, they made fun of his claims of being tortured, called him a liar and questioned his manhood.
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Footage of Omar Khadr weeping and calling out for Mommy has been circulating around, renewing charges that Guantanamo is a torture camp. Yet a soldier who encountered Omar Khadr in different circumstances says that he deserves what he has been getting. “Khadr ‘earned’ Guantanamo stay, says soldier,” by Stewart Bell for the National Post via JW
“You didn’t just fall off the turnip truck,” said the interrogator at one point during the questioning — captured on video recordings released to media in Edmonton on Tuesday.
“You’re a very bright young guy and you see a lot and you talk to a lot of people and you’ve been in some very interesting places and I think if you wanted to, you could tell us some very interesting things.”
Khadr’s family watched the tapes along with the rest of the nation. His mother, Maha Elsamnah, said she was devastated by the experience.
“I think if it was any child, if it was any child from anywhere, I wish I can do anything to help,” she said. “If it was somebody else’s child, if it was an American child begging for help, I would scream at everybody and say: Please do something.”
Omar Khadr getting battlefield first aid.
“It is upsetting, it’s very upsetting to us,” said Zaynab Khadr, Omar’s sister. “Especially the part where he was crying out.
“Out of the whole eight minutes, those were the two minutes that affected me the most. I felt it was very heartbreaking.”
In their questioning of Khadr, the CSIS agents seemed most interested in the activities of his family in Afghanistan and Pakistan before the war — and in the whereabouts of Khadr’s relations.
Khadr, now 21, is scheduled to be tried before a U.S. military commission in early October on five war crimes charges, including the murder of a U.S. medic in a grenade attack during a 2002 firefight when he was 15.
The interrogator repeatedly pressured Omar to reveal the location of his mother and siblings, attempting to convince him that Canada is trying to protect the Khadr family, and repatriate them to Canada for “rehabilitation.” Otherwise, the agent suggested, his family could face torture, especially his brother Abdullah.
“I don’t want the Pakistanis to get him, because I know how they can treat people,” the interrogator said. “I sure don’t want the Pakistanis to get him and sell him to the Egyptians, because I know what they’ll do to him, and so do you.”
If the Pakistanis captured his mother, the interrogator warned Khadr, they would sell her to the highest bidder.
“Our responsibility is the security for all Canadians, whether they’re here or someplace else,” said the agent.
“If they end up in some other governments’ jails, there’s essentially nothing we can do. We only have control inside our own borders.”
At one point during the interrogation Khadr began sobbing uncontrollably for almost 20 minutes, ripping his tunic over his head and showing the wounds he said he received as a result of torture while at Bagram air base in Afghanistan. “Help me!” he said, over and over again.
“They look like they are healing well to me,” said the main interrogator. “I am not a doctor, but I think you are getting good medical care.”
“No, I am not; you’re not here (in Guantanamo Bay). I lost my eyes. I lost my feet, everything,” he said.
“No, you still have your eyes and your feet are at the end of your legs,” said the interrogator, after suggesting they take a break. “I understand this is stressful, but by using this strategy to talk to us, it is not going to be . . . helpful, we have a limited amount of time. We have heard this story before.”
Moments later, Khadr, with his hand over his face, said in a tear-weary voice: “You don’t care about me.”
The interrogator takes a friendlier tone.
“That is not true, people do care about you.”
Khadr insisted to his questioners he didn’t know how to find his family. He told his interrogators that his parents left Afghanistan for Pakistan, leaving him behind in a home occupied by Afghan fighters, as well as men from Tunisia and Sudan. His father told him he would be serving as the group’s translator. Instead, he found himself taking apart landmines.
When American soldiers and their Afghan allies attacked the house, the firefight began.
“At the end of the day, did you guys make a decision that you were going to fight until the end?” the CSIS agent asked.
“They made the decision,” Khadr retorted.
“What did they say, that there was nobody going to leave there, that you were all going to fight until you died? Did you want to do that, did you believe in that when it happened?” he’s asked.
“No,” replied Khadr, softly, shaking his head.
“What made you do that?” asked the interrogator.
“I didn’t do anything,” answered Khadr. “I was in the house when the fighting started. I didn’t have a choice.”
Khadr insisted he didn’t kill anyone, and grew angry when the agent told him to take responsibility for his mistake.
“What was my mistake? Being in a house where my father put me?”
When Khadr repeatedly complains about being tortured, and suggests his life is in danger, the interrogators brush off his concerns.
The agent accuses him of lying, of changing his stories.
“I’m not lying,” said Khadr.
“If you were tortured like I was tortured, you probably would say more than what I said. You are not in my position. That’s why you are saying this. . . . I told you the truth. You don’t like the truth.”