Imagine, you are walking to your car after work. Three men in masks jump you, throw you in the back of an SUV and take you to an unmarked building in the middle of nowhere. There is no judge, no jury, no habeas corpus.
The men are rough. Your wrist gets broken, or maybe they sprain your ankle. You are not only denied medical treatment, but you are degraded and humiliated because you are injured.
More men come in and rough you up even more.
You ask for your phone call, for your right to an attorney; this just brings more beatings. You wait days, no medical treatment is ever given. You are shackled to a wall at the waist and your ankles and wrists are bound, too tightly.
More come in like you. You hear screaming at all hours. Violence surrounds you. Then with no warning, no communication, you are thrown into another unmarked vehicle. This one pulls up to the tarmac with a private jet waiting with the engines on. You are dragged on board and shackled too tight, too packed in, tied to the wall. You can’t even see out the window.
The plane takes off. Several hours later, you are shoved off the plane. It’s hot. Nobody speaks English. Nobody speaks any language you recognize.
You are pushed past a barrier and that is the last thing you experience before you have to figure out how to survive, where you are, how to get home, what even happened.
Welcome to The United States of Amerika, courtesy of Donald J. Trump’s private gestapo: the unvetted men and women of U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement
No comments:
Post a Comment