Once she raised two eggs on a cliff on the moor. Word spread the Dragon had not been seen. Was she gone? Had she taken ill? Who would protect them! Armed bandits were the first to plan their raid on the nearby villagers. First they sent out a search party. As they neared, they saw she was in her lair. "Why are you here? I should ask you," the Dragon said. "I am the dragon but I fly no more. I fly no more yet am the dragon still." They thought she said, "I cannot fly now." They reported she was roosting eggs. That she did not fly. "Were they golden?" "How do you know?" "Is it true they have magic power?" On they talked until they believed it must be worth the risk. Now the Captain was a pious pirate, the best of the lot. He had risen as chief of them having some schooling in him before he ran from home and lettered, he added arithmetic, and map reading, and had made himself useful until he knew several of the seven seas. He was...
Over many years, as a participant in Witness Against Torture, wearing orange jump suits and hoods, the role phantasmagoric, embodying a presence of men in Guantanamo, we often practiced for ourselves, an exercise to recall our own privileged lives along with the years of detention without charge or trial, in Mansoor Adayfi's case, a Yemeni detainee known to Guantanamo guards as 441, wrongfully deemed one of the 'worst of the worst' and punitively held 14 years without charge or trial. Hi Mansoor, Thanks for your work elevating in Poland and Germany, currently, [the Guantanamo art exhibit ]. I'm writing with an observance that it is a special privilege to write you. We often, in years of Witness Against Torture (WAT) circle, would reflect on words and expressions of men in Guantanamo, and in recent years, appreciating your work from Serbia in solidarity with Gaza and speaking out against plans to use the Guantanamo facility to house 30,000 migrants . I imagine you a...