The story of an ex-prisoner from #Tripoli...one of the many thousands of men and boys were taken from their homes, from the streets, from all around Tripoli ..even if they weren't protesting...God save #Tripoli God FREE #LIBYA.
Mohammed S. was first kept at the Libya border, at Ras-Jader. He was coming from Derna, which is why he was detained their in the first place. They kept him in a Ras Jader prison, and left him alone for 2 days. Then they questioned him there. Luckily the guy was one of the good. He told him that if he could fake being sick then he may be able to send him to an hospital where there may be a chance that he can leave, if he was lucky. They did, he went there, got checked first by a Pakistanis doc. At start he spoke in English and told him about everything, but then came an other Libyan doc who was a Gaddafi goon. He checked him carefully, and told him that he looked fine and was liar.
From there they took him to a prison in Al-Jamel. Before he left the hospital they injected him a shot that made him unable to resist or move his arms. He was not in control of his body when they took him to the prison. Then they started to beat him. Due to that shot he was not able to try to avoid blows, nor to move his hands. He could not protect himself against the kicks and punches that were thrown at him.
Some of the "methods" they use on them:
- They keep them in a pitch dark room and beat them with sticks while wearing night vision goggles, while laughing. It was like a funny game for them.
- They keep them in a room while some Taekwondo and Judo trainers train them, and practice their fighting skills on them while wearing masks hiding their faces.
- If a prisoner misbehave, they take him outside and keep him into a car, type "express", for 5 days without being able to go to toilets. So they had to do it in the car. Imagine how many people were there before you, and how the car looks, and their smiles when they throw you in it. At night, they get drunk, and start driving with someone back inside. Its fun for them to do that every night, a showoff to each other. After that they park the car half on the pavement so that it is not easy to sleep in it.
All of this things they do, not because they want info from prisoners, but only because it is fun for them. They do not investigate, or anything, they just do it.
He told me that prisoners are from all ages, starting from as young as 12 -13.
He was with a 13 year old boy, and they beat him like they do with 20 or 30 years old. Some get paralyzed from excessive beating. They leave them in the same spot for weeks, denying anyone to try to help them.
He spoke about the courage of this 13 boy, it seems crazy at a time: "From time to time they come in and ask us "what did you do?" I answered "Nothing sir". They beat me regardless. They ask the boy "what did you do?" Every time he stood up and said "I put the Independence flag on my street and down to Gaddafi!" so they beat him even harder. I used to tell him to stop to say that, but he always answered "I am not afraid. I want them to know what i did". He was with him for 4 days and never saw him after he got transfered to Abu-Salim prison.
He told me about the many times that FFS tried to enter the prison, trying to free them. Once the FFs came and attacked. Gaddafi goons left, fled the prison, but the FFs left without knowing the goons were gone. Then they tried to break the doors by themselves. Some of them could, a lot couldn't. So they shouted for help but none came for them. After few hours the goons came back.
An other time NATO hit their prison, destroyed the building. Again the goons left, running for their lives, a lot of prisoners in that building managed to escape, but none could hear the other calling for help.
One of the thing that he told me, still in his mind, is that you sleep and wake up hearing people screams and cries for help all day long. Some of the prisoners loose their minds, have mental problems, this along with the effects of the electricity used on them, been beaten too much.
He knew a day before that he was leaving, so he tried to remember as much as possible of his cell mates, homes and names. After he left, he went to their homes, telling families that their sons were alive. None of them had any idea about them, nothing.