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A Thousand Stolen Days
A version of this interview was published in the
third issue of Sublime, which took as its theme
freedom.
Moazzam
Begg is a small man, but only in physical stature. The
most celebrated of the nine Britons who were held at
Guantánamo Bay, I first encountered him last
year when he spoke to a full house at the East London
Mosque. He talked of his three years in captivity with
intelligence and passion, but also though he
was aware of only one non-Muslim in the audience
a remarkable lack of bitterness. In fact, he said he
thanked God for his incarceration.
The title of his autobiography, Enemy Combatant,
is ironic. As a youth he had fought with skinheads on
the streets of Birmingham, and as he grew older and
became more aware of the plight of Muslims in other
parts of the world he had toyed with the idea of joining
the international brigade of the Bosnian
army; but though he was excited and inspired by the
idealism of the mujahideen he had met, he realised
he didnt have the stomach for soldiering.
Instead, in the summer of 2001, he and his Palestinian
wife, Zaynab, went to live in Kabul, to help run a girls
school that a friend of theirs was planning. He had
already begun to regret this decision when America started
bombing Afghanistan in response to the atrocities of
11 September. Begg and his young family escaped across
the border to the safety of Islamabad and it
was there that, on 31 January 2002, he was abducted
from his new home at midnight by two badly disguised
Americans and some rather embarrassed Pakistani police.
In a world in which generally only hyperbole gets a
hearing, Begg is surprisingly understated. Irene Khan
of Amnesty International has described Guantánamo
as the gulag of our times, which is patently
absurd; and the human-rights lawyer Clive Stafford Smith
titled his report on Beggs captivity One
Thousand Days and Nights of Torture. Begg himself,
however, makes no such accusations. Indeed, he says
that one of the things that helped him survive his ordeal
was his awareness that around the world many other people
were suffering much more. I used to say to myself,
Is this as bad as watching your children starve
in Ethiopia? No, it isnt. And he readily
acknowledges the truth of his captors observation,
that in one of your Islamic countries he
would have been treated much worse.
Which is not the same as saying, Really, it wasnt
too bad. When I meet him, in a little restaurant
a few hundred yards from Birminghams down-at-heel
Central Mosque, he refers to his tormentors.
It strikes me that the strength of his testimony is
that he speaks quite exactly and does not play with
words. He cites Donald Rumsfeld, who questioned an international
convention on torture: Why is standing limited
to four hours? I stand for eight hours a day.
Not with a hood over his head, Begg points out, and
his hands cuffed above his head. He seems reluctant
to elaborate on the humiliations and cruelties he had
to endure, but tells me: When I hear the experts
who have written books about Guantánamo, I think:
You have no idea.
In what ways did he suffer most? His answer begins with
the unimaginable and ends with the mundane. The
worst thing was to hear a woman screaming in the cell
next to mine in Bagram [air base]. The interrogators
kept reminding me that I didnt know what had happened
to Zaynab, and I truly believed it might have been her.
That was the only time I felt real, uncontrollable hate.
I could easily have put my chains round someones
neck and strangled them.
In Guantánamo, where he spent two years in solitary
confinement in a cage measuring eight foot by six, he
says he missed most keenly the freedom to walk more
than three paces in any direction. I missed my
wife, my children his fourth was born while
he was in captivity I missed the freedom
to pray with other people. Then he adds, unexpectedly:
One of the things I missed more than anything
was the freedom you feel when youre driving down
the road with the wind in your face. I missed that greatly.
Beggs strengths his sharp mind, his strong
sense of justice, his evident devotion to his family,
his commitment to a faith that is essentially communal
could easily have been fatal weaknesses when
shut up alone by a system that seemed to be governed
neither by law nor by reason. How did he cope? He quotes
Nietzsches dictum: That which does not kill me
makes me stronger. What I went through has been
very life-shaping, life-changing
There are examples in the Bible and the Quran
of people who used periods of solitude to better themselves,
and I resolved to do the same. I did 200 press-ups and
200 sit-ups a day, and I felt great for it. I could
never have done that as a free man I never had
the time or the inclination. I learned much of the Quran
by heart. I wrote a lot of poetry. I read hundreds of
books, which some of the guards brought me and
many of them were classics, by Dostoyevsky, Dickens,
the Brontes, which improved my English greatly. I learned
to organise my thoughts. I came to see that time alone
is good time and a lot of good came out of it
for me. He particularly enjoys the irony that
the endless interrogations he was subjected to taught
him to express himself with confidence.
Did he believe his suffering was part of a higher
plan? Many of the guards told me, Everything
happens for a reason. It was the only way they
could make sense of it all. I think they probably believed
in preordination more than I did. It was in a
more Stoical idea that he found more consolation. I
used to ask, Why me? until one of
the guards, a Southern Baptist, said to me: Everyone
asks themselves, Why me, God? Why me? But
why not me?
Another attitude that helped him was his preference
not to prejudge people. New guards were told in advance
that he was very manipulative, one of the worst
people we have here; but he found he was able
to make friends with many of the military police who
watched him, and even some of the Marines. One born-again
soldier admitted to him, I convince myself each
day that you guys are subhuman, so that I can do my
job. We dont do this to people where I come from.
When I remind Begg of this, he exclaims: Yes,
but it works both ways. Many people see those who victimise
them as monsters or animals anything but human.
I didnt. I just took each person as I found them.
In fact, I enjoyed finding out that some were very different
from what I had expected.
He refused to accept his captors estimation of
him. For me, freedom is a very personal thing.
I always recognised that they can take your liberty
away at any time, but they cant take the freedom
away that exists within you. And part of that freedom
for me is my dignity, my self-respect, my self-control,
my courtesy. These qualities seem to have made
a deep impression on many of his young guards. (It also
helped that, like many of them, he used to watch The
Dukes of Hazzard
) Several of them told him,
Im so glad I came to this place. Ive
learned so much from you. One man ended up crying
on the floor of his cell after confiding that his wife
had left him because hed committed adultery. Another,
who was as nice as pie to Begg, was later
arraigned for beating and threatening to sexually abuse
other prisoners. Begg was taken aback when the mans
lawyers later contacted him to ask him for a character
reference.
Many of his jailers told him that in a sense
they were prisoners too, stuck at Guantánamo
against their will. He has little patience with this
and yet, in a sense, they were far from free.
In their words and actions, as he records them, one
can hear the clink of what William Blake called mind-forgd
manacles. The routine that required five shouting
men to shackle him every time he was taken from his
cell smacks of panic rather than prudence. So, too,
do the exhaustive body searches (After two years
in solitary confinement, what did they think I might
be concealing?). When one of his interrogators
pulls his chair away with the words You dont
deserve to sit when youre talking to us!,
it isnt his victim who is belittled.
Youve seen too many movies, he told
his captors more than once, and he shrewdly observes
that they seemed to need to believe that their enemies
were supervillains. Begg, who stands 5 foot 3 in his
bare feet, took a few flying lessons as a teenager,
got a blue belt in tae kwon do and obviously has a gift
for languages; but it still takes an overheated imagination
to see him as some kind of Islamic James Bond. As for
the plan that (he eventually heard at third hand) he
was supposed to have been hatching, to design and build
a pilotless plane and fly it, full of anthrax, into
the Houses of Parliament, well, it might make good cinema
but it doesnt make sense.
He was finally released on 25 January 2005. He was never
charged, though under duress he signed a ludicrous confession;
but, like everyone else who has been released from Guantánamo,
he has never received an apology, let alone any compensation.
How difficult did he find it to adjust to being a free
man again? Once I was back in England, it was
almost as if I had never gone. I had been a prisoner
for three years, but prior to that I was a free man
for 33 years. So, I was coming back to that which was
10 times more familiar thats how I looked
at it. Nonetheless, he has found that now he needs
solitude more than he ever used to before. I spend
most of my time in my house, alone. Its one effect
of solitary confinement that is going to last for a
very, very long time.
Has he been able to forgive? Ive thought
about this a great deal, he replies, and
yes, I can forgive; but there must be sincere repentance.
Otherwise, it means nothing. If somebody said, Moazzam,
what we did to you was bad and Im sorry for it,
for me that would be pretty much enough. But if that
person is still doing it to other people
What about the two 18-stone FBI men who especially threw
their weight around? If I saw them, he says
without hesitation, Id kick the crap out
of them.
One thing that still binds him is a feeling of guilt.
I visit the relatives of [the four] British residents
who are still held over there who will never
come back here, because theyre not British citizens
and I feel very bad. Of all the former detainees,
I speak the most and do the most about their cases,
but to me its nowhere near enough and it never
can be. When I see those mens children, I feel
extremely guilty.
And if he feels no animosity, does he sense it in others
towards him? People come up to me all the time,
and its no exaggeration to say that they always
say something good. I dont get hostility from
anybody, Muslim or non-Muslim. The support Ive
received from people, even from Middle Englanders, has
been quite astounding, and quite moving. Its allowed
me to help to build bridges.
Moazzam Begg is not a saint or a visionary, but he does
present a challenge. I tell him that at the East London
Mosque, as a succession of impassioned young men had
declared that Muslims must show solidarity with other
Muslims around the world, I had wanted to say that if
we are all to live in peace, what is needed is actually
solidarity between human beings. He looks at me frankly
and says: You should have said it.
It seems a bit lame to admit that I didnt have
the courage.
© Sublime 2007
Photograph
© Andrew
Firth

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