My ex-wife has been representing a Guantanamo detainee for a few years now. She took a case she couldn’t afford and has devoted a significant portion of her resources the last few years to seeking justice for a foreign stranger accused of committing terrorist acts. The struggle has been difficult, because her opponent has been the richest, most powerful country in the world–the government of the United States of America. Her inability to sleep well while someone tortured in her name is the reason I fell in love with her forty years ago. We scarcely communicate, now that our wonderful children are grown, but we did exchange emails today. The impersonal letter she forwarded to me, the subject of this diary, brought me to tears. This diary is to share one small development in a long, difficult struggle being carried forward by a few Americans who stand up for human rights.
