2008 Woodie Awards
Hello to all of my fellow poets of complaining. This is our final issue of the semester which means this is also a very special column. Instead of my usual one-topic in-depth complaint, I have decided to simply rant and scream about everything that's been bothering me lately.
Reflecting on this semester calls to mind many fond memories of being the chief cook and bottle washer for this rag we call a newspaper. Forgive me while I shed a tear and reminisce over the painful joy that is running a ship held together with duct tape and prayers.
The prison compound known as Abu Ghraib in Baghdad, Iraq was infamous under the regime of Saddam Hussein as a place of horrible atrocities, torture and murder. A place so despicable that the only way to diminish the evil of the place was to destroy it-instead the American military used it as its own Iraqi detainee center-and the evil lived under a new regime.
The interrogation room is set. Four men face two barrages of lawmakers eager to get information. The four officials and their attendants are dressed in expensive suits and are allowed to leave when the examination is through. The four under the microscope aren't subject to name-calling or torture or degrading rituals involving attack dogs or blindfolds and aren't arrested or fired until proven guilty.
