The resolute determination of more than 100 hunger strikers at the prison in Guantánamo Bay has inspired a movement. In solidarity with their struggle for freedom, on the evening of June 7, I began a 300 calorie-per-day, liquid only, indefinite (open-ended) hunger strike.
To keep things in perspective, my own hunger strike is a small sacrifice compared to what the prisoners are going through. I am not kept in solitary confinement; I do not have burly U.S. military guards bursting into my cell, slamming my face against the floor, breaking my nose, my teeth and bones. I do not have my head shoved into a toilet bowl as I am told to drink. I am not strapped down for two hours while a tube is painfully pushed through my nasal passage so I can be force fed. I am not deprived of seeing my loved ones, my children. I am not treated as a sub-human object to be brutalized and shown no human kindness.