reply to post by Corruption Exposed
As I see it there is no such thing as a sorta bad guy or sorta bad people. Al-Assad is a Tyrant.
This smacks of propaganda.
I have a friend who was held prisoner in Syria and his brother came down from Turkey and bought his freedom. Their jails are holding cells for kidnap
victims and those who don't have family with money are left to die.
I posted about it at that time. LINK
Here is the main story of my post to give folks an idea of what the authorities in Syria are truly like and how they treat their enemies.
"As I was leaving my office this afternoon to run errands before going home, a friend I’d not seen in a while pulled up to say hello. Who he is and
the story he related to me were so pertinent to things I see here, I thought it might be of interest to some as to often we only hear one side and
never the other.
My Friend of about ten years now, is originally from Turkey, born in Syria and he is a Kurd and a Sunni from birth.
He got word his Father had passed on about a year and a half ago if memory serves and was unable to return at that time, due to a medical issue that
almost killed him. Thankfully the Doctors were able to return him to good health and save his life.
A mutual friend I see almost daily mentioned to me our friend was taking a trip home. He wanted to see his father’s land one last time and see
family he had not seen in years. I heard a few months later he had gone and would return in a couple of months. I’d been wondering what happened to
him and he shows up today having just returned. What he had been through reduced me almost to tears as he related why he was gone so long.
While visiting family in Turkey where he was welcome and had no problems, he managed to get the documentation he needed and permission so he could
enter Syria to visit his place of birth and his father’s land and family.
He presented his legitimate documents at the border and was immediately arrested. He was beaten, tortured and driven blindfolded for hours to new
location in Syria. He was placed in a windowless room along with about a hundred others being held. He described the room as the same size as the
office I use for a handful of people, meaning to me they were packed in there like sardines in a can.
A few days later they discovered he had flown in from the United States and took him to another room where he was tortured again and questioned. He
was accused of being CIA which of course they knew was a lie and beaten for days. Then he was returned to the windowless room with all the others to
suffer for months.
He then described the daily routine to me. A single meal of rice and some kind of beans I’m not familiar with. No bathroom facility of any kind and
the room was never cleaned. He drew a line across his abdomen just below his waist as he described the depth of the filth he was forced to sit in with
all the others. He said they had one blanket for the whole room to tease them and the nights were long and cold. Every evening they would spray them
down with cold water after it got cold to make it worse. As the prisoners slowly died they were taken away.
When he left I would guess he had gotten up to almost 300 pounds as his health issue had taken away his ability to walk more than a few feet at a
time. As I looked at him in his car, I realized he was now thin as an anorexic and the only evidence of his former bulk was a roll of flesh that had
not yet rebounded under his chin. I’d guess his current weight as maybe 110 pounds or so; he is not a very tall man and he is now skeletal.
After he was missing for a few weeks and his family in Turkey had not heard from him, they became worried for him. His brother who lives in Turkey
grabbed all the cash he could for bribes and successfully tracked him to where he crossed the border by talking to people he had visited along the
way. Using a bribe he got a border guard to give him his brothers’ location.
He negotiated his release for the equivalent of $48,000.00 U.S., grabbed his brother, got him some food and clean clothing and immediately took him to
the airport to get the heck out of there. At the airport his brother had to leave him for a moment to get the tickets; my friend was immediately
grabbed again and another ransom was demanded. Luckily his brother returned before they could get out the door and talked them into letting them
As my friend related this horror story to me, I could not help but notice a broad smile on his face to counter the shock on mine. He was so happy to
be among sane people once again; he said he had not been able to stop smiling since landing a couple of days ago.
He drove away still smiling and I jumped into my car still shocked, while looking around and thanking God that I live where I do and enjoy the
freedoms I have."