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Thursday, May 26, 2005
100 dead pigeons
Undertrail dies in jail. The authorities claim he died of tuberculosis. The autopsy shows "ligature injuries on his neck". Sources blame the jail staff. They decide to extract a confession from one of the dead man's fellow convicts.
They beat up one prisoner trying to get him to confess. He suffers "severe head injuries" and is taken for treatment. The jailors then turn to another man. This man has found company in jail in 120 pigeons that he feeds everyday. So to persuade him to confess, the jailors turn to the pigeons.
They twist the neck of one. Then another. Then another. And another. And one more. And 95 more.
With 100 dead pigeons in front of him, the man finally breaks down and confesses.
This is not some macabre work of fiction. Read this.
So what's the greater tragedy here? The 100 dead pigeons? Or the men who held them and twisted their necks, one by one by one, without feeling what we feel as we read this?
They beat up one prisoner trying to get him to confess. He suffers "severe head injuries" and is taken for treatment. The jailors then turn to another man. This man has found company in jail in 120 pigeons that he feeds everyday. So to persuade him to confess, the jailors turn to the pigeons.
They twist the neck of one. Then another. Then another. And another. And one more. And 95 more.
With 100 dead pigeons in front of him, the man finally breaks down and confesses.
This is not some macabre work of fiction. Read this.
So what's the greater tragedy here? The 100 dead pigeons? Or the men who held them and twisted their necks, one by one by one, without feeling what we feel as we read this?
