I learned it in Guantanamo, when the only thing I could control was my own body. We were disappeared. Isolated. Forced into silence. Our words were redacted. Our letters were stamped secret. Lawyers were blocked. Time stretched and rotted. No court dates were given. No real charges were made. I was reduced to a number in an orange uniform, locked in a metal cage.
Some of the cruelest, most scientifically useless forms of abuse perpetrated under MKUltra occurred on Canadian soil. At McGill University, agents drugged civilians with hallucinogenic and narcotic drugs in the pursuit of novel forms of torture and interrogation. Maybe, instead, we should take as our example the Central Intelligence Agency agents (both named and anonymous) who abetted in the murder of Patrice Lumumba, former prime minister of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, in 1961.