Totten: The Dungeon of Fallujah
Charles Johnson
Mon Feb 18, 2008 at 9:40 am PST • Views: 279
In Fallujah, Michael Totten gets a glimpse of hell on earth when he visits an Iraqi jail: The Dungeon of Fallujah.
FALLUJAH – Next to the Joint Communications Center in downtown Fallujah is a squalid and war-shattered warehouse for human beings. Most detainees are common criminals. Others are captured insurgents – terrorists, car-bombers, IED makers, and throat-slashers. A few are even innocent family members of Al Qaeda leaders at large. The Iraqi Police call it a jail, but it’s nothing like a jail you’ve ever seen, at least not in any civilized country. It was built to house 120 prisoners. Recently it held 900.
“Have you seen that place yet?” one Marine said. “It is absolutely disgraceful.”
“The smell,” said another and nearly gagged on remembering. “God, you will never forget it.”
I hadn’t seen or smelled it yet, but I was about to.
“Come on,” American Marine Sergeant Dehaan said to me. “Let’s go take a look.”
I picked up my notebook and camera.
“Leave the camera,” he said. “The Iraqis won’t let you take pictures.”
“Don’t you have any say in it?” I said. This was the first and only time during my trip to Fallujah that somebody told me not to take pictures.
“Nope,” he said. “The jail is completely run by Iraqis. They’ll freak out if you show up with that camera. If it were up to me, yeah, you could take ‘em. But it’s not.”
If the Marines wouldn’t mind if I took pictures, I think it’s safe to say the No Photograph policy is not a security measure. The Iraqis, it seems, don’t want you to see what I saw.
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