The linkages are clear enough.
When a nation steps outside the law, people lose their foundation of trust. Yeah, I think about getting swept up one day; cut off from communication; lost to the 'free' world...and sometimes it really happens and some families are caught in the maelstrom of unknowing, perhaps forever.
One cannot value the word of a nation that lies its way into occupation, bribes its way past mercenary atrocities, hides it ways of rendition, torture, and assassination. One cannot value the judgment of a nation that pours over 10 billion dollars a month into occupation efforts while 45 million Americans are unable to adequately feed themselves.
It is time to stop the lying--to other and to ourselves.
It is time to end the occupations of Iraq and Afghanistan.
It is time to end the lawlessness of the U.S. government.
By Talat Hamdani
“Harsh
tactics” or torture, the threat of indefinite detention, whisking
people to other countries without recourse, actions that our government
has adopted, have left many Americans in a state of acute apprehension
and often in outright fear. What happened to Salman Hamdani is still a
question in the mind of his mother. Until we can say these actions are
completely rejected by our government, the fears will remain. We must reject extra-Constitutional activities once and for all.
It’s almost too painful to remember everything; the chaos, my first-born being ripped away from me was too much to bear. When we couldn’t reach him and he didn’t come home on September 11, we knew that he had gone to the Trade Center to help.
He
was still fresh at his research job at Rockefeller University in
Manhattan . At age 23 he had just graduated from Queens College , was
applying for medical school and was in the final throes of an NYPD
police cadet training program. Gentle and caring, he
worked as an ambulance driver while studying and, as a certified
paramedic, we were certain he went where he could use his skills to aid
others.
Many calls came from the victim’s family center in the following days; the callers said they were investigators. They kept asking the same questions over and again, calling sometime late into the night. ”Where was Salman going?” “Who was he going to meet that day?” “When did he leave the house?”
Two
weeks later someone came into my husband’s store in Queens and said he
had seen our son’s picture on an MTA wanted poster from the “Terrorist
Task Force”. We were stunned. Salman came here with us as an infant from Pakistan ; his two younger brothers were born here our chosen country. He was deemed suspect, it seems, because he was a chemistry major in college, was born in Pakistan , and was Muslim.
We were overrun by reporters. For
the most part, they were fair and refrained from wild conjecture in
their reporting, except for the NY Post, whose sensational headline
blared “Missing or Hiding?” under Salman’s picture, and claimed someone
saw him later that day uptown. Then people came from the Bureau of Criminal Investigation and searched our house.
In early October, exhausted and depressed, our family made the pilgrimage to Mecca to pray. Returning
later that month, we were questioned by our Congressman. Rep. Ackerman,
who suggested that Salman might have been detained by the immigration
service, giving us hope that he might still be alive and only detained. Maybe the poster was meant to mislead? Maybe the government agencies weren’t coordinated?
We
contacted the White House and the FBI, but only received form letters
in return. Only then we learned that Salman’s name was included in an
heroic context in Section 102 of the Patriot Act, which was passed on
October 26, 2001 .
Six months after the event, on March 20, 2002,
at 11:30 PM, two police officers came to our house and told us that his
remains were identified through DNA testing at about the same time that
the Patriot Act was passed, and almost the same day that we had
returned from Mecca,… three months earlier.
We picked up his remains the next day. When
I asked for proof that this was actually Salman’s remains, the Medical
Examiner told us, “Go get yourself a lawyer.” We had two choices: to
take the remains and the death certificate, accepting what they told
us, or to leave them there and have nothing. We had been through too much and we chose the former.
The months of stress were too much for my husband, who succumbed to a heart attack a few months later. Without his good counsel, a terrible thought has crept in to my mind since then. Was Salman detained and tortured? Where did he really die? Why
was he lauded in the Patriot Act while he was being investigated as a
suspected terrorist? Why did the authorities wait six months to tell us
his remains were found? I will live with these doubts and questions until I die.
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