Tuesday, January 12, 2021
'Our souls are dead': how I survived a Chinese 're-education' camp for Uighurs | Uighurs | The Guardian
Suddenly, the officer slammed his fist on the table.
“You know her, don’t you?”
“Yes. She’s my daughter.”
“Your daughter’s a terrorist!”
“No. I don’t know why she was at that demonstration.”
I kept repeating, “I don’t know, I don’t know what she was doing there, she wasn’t doing anything wrong, I swear! My daughter is not a terrorist! Neither is my husband!”
I can’t remember the rest of the interrogation. All I remember is that photo, their aggressive questions, and my futile replies. I don’t know how long it went on for. I remember that when it was over, I said, irritably: “Can I go now? Are we done here?” Then one of them said: “No, Gulbahar Haitiwaji, we’re not done.”
Don't worry! This sort of thing could *never* happen here. Why not? Because we have a constitution that protects us against this sort of thing. And nobody would ever even imagine doing anything so much against the *Constitution.* Right?