March 23, 2014 | Posted in: News

Little GuantanamosWe sat together on her couch, her small, eight-year-old hands clutching a photo of her father, Yassin Aref.  “My daddy only held me twice before I was five,” Dilnia told me. For the first five years of her life, she only knew him as the man on the other side of a plexiglass window in a communication management unit in an Indiana federal penitentiary. Read More: Inside the Kafkaesque World of the US’s ‘Little Guantánamos’