A NYT piece about a Nepalese immigrant locked up in error puts a human face and story to America’s new secret prison system. The prison system where an FBI agent’s caution gets you locked up in 23-hour solitary where the lights never go out and your stripped naked; where the same FBI agent that put you away can’t get you out even when he clears your name; where your case appears on no public documents and your family can’t contact you. And all of this just across one of my favorite bridges.
This morning, I’m admittedly overtired, but it puts a lump in my throat to read and write these words about America. This is not right.