April 2009 Archives

Gitmo Through a Viewfinder

Lincoln Else
Assistant Cameraman

"Here, my friend, come, you ride with me." Mohammed slid a box off the bench seat of his golf cart and motioned for me to sit. Our destination was not far, but rather than jog at his side in the mid-day heat of a "black flag" (temperature alert) day I accepted his offer. As we worked our way through the maze of chain link fence draped with sniper net, I continued to film Guantanamo's librarian while he drove.

As we neared Camp 4 I stepped off and watched through the viewfinder as Mohammed maneuvered his cart through the outer gate and into the sally-port. Stacked on the back were two plastic bins he had filled with books from the library that morning. Following on foot, I continued to shoot, silently greeting the guards as they methodically locked the gate behind us. By now these guards were familiar with our crew and barely acknowledged my camera. After shuffling through his ring of oversized brass keys, Sally - the anonymous name given to any gatekeeper - found the right one, swung open the inner chain link divider and motioned us through.

Mohammed, a heavy set Egyptian with a broad smile, waved a thank-you and drove into the central yard, stopping his cart along the inner fence opposite a low building. As I stepped into the yard, camera off, my hand conspicuously placed across the lens, two dozen bearded men in loose fitting white clothes watched my every move.

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