So here's my dream scenario: I am a stranger to you. We meet on the streets and you can tell instantly what needs to be done. You blindfold me, cuff me, gag me and strip me. Then you force me to do what you want; you also force me into your unmarked white van with a bag over my head. I am transported hundreds of miles across land and sea until, days later, covered in human filth and starving, the van is opened. I glimpse daylight for the first time in God knows how long. You drag me to the foreboding building that lies in front of me: it is guantanamo bay detention center. I am thrown in a dingy tiny room and made to wait days for food, only receiving bowls of water. After a week, I am dragged out of my cell and into a brightly lit chamber. You beat me savagely and scream at me, demanding to know all the information I have on Antifa. I stubbornly spit on the ground and you get an idea . You drag me over to a bucket of water and waterboard me, taking sadistic pleasure in my suffering, all the while screaming at me. I refuse to talk. This goes on for years until one day I am brought outside and shot dead. My family, friends and co-workers never know what happened to me. A missing persons report is forever unfulfilled. I rot, forgotten to the world, existing only as a name in the CIA's pocket diary.