The author reflects on the Israeli airstrike that devastated Evin Prison, a site of personal trauma and repression for many, including the author themselves. While the strike symbolizes a blow against the oppressive regime, it also brings profound sorrow for the innocent prisoners suffering there—some of whom were close friends. The destruction extended to the adjacent judicial complex where gross injustices were carried out, raising concerns about unintended casualties, including human rights lawyers, support staff, and the families affected by the violence.
I spent eight years behind that gate as a hostage of the Islamic Republic held in a place where brutality is policy and hope is contraband.
The bombs did not distinguish between evil magistrates and political prisoners, or the 18- to 20-year-old conscripts tasked with escorting them.
I remember him sneering at me once while I was being held incommunicado, saying, Your mom is downstairs in the waiting room.
How many janitors and clerks who commute for hours from Tehran's poorest suburbs are now dead or injured?
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