EVERY NIGHT WE GO TO BED. . .

My fellow Americans,

Every night you and I go to bed, knowing that 300 of our fellow-humans are locked up in cages we have built for them in Guantanamo Bay, in Cuba. These men have not been charged with crimes. They have not been arrested by competent legal authority. They have, in effect, been kidnapped by our government and put in cages in a place that our government claims is nowhere. Some of them have been there for six years of their lives.

Every night you and I go to bed knowing that we have imprisoned those 300 men in those cages illegally, in violation of international law and in violation of our own nation's constitution.

Every night we go to bed, knowing that more than 300 men are being brutalised--and have been so for years: each and every one of them, for thousands of days and thousands of nights, by us.

Every night we go to bed, knowing but not caring that they will wake up--if they have been allowed to sleep--still in their cages. They will still be there because we are too cowardly, too uncaring, too inhumane to demand that our country, our government, release them.

Every night, and every day, our guilt grows. This great crime is our great crime. We run this concentration camp. We run this illegal prison. We could close it today, if we were willing to: we could rise up today and say NO to our government.

If we won't--if we don't--the world, perhaps, should imprison us--all of us--in cages. And leave us there to rot our ugly, careless, craven American lives away. Every day, and every night. Every one of us.