A failed policeman sells out his Irish rebel buddy to the British authorities for passage to America. After being caught and marked for execution, he cried: “Isn”t there a man here who can tell me why I did it?”
Daily Archive for January 18th, 2006
I survived two years of near-starvation, beatings and dengue fever, but dozens of cell-mates died in my arms. From the depths of that madness, I took and oath that if I ever got out, I would fight for justice.