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On 15 September 2003 Baha Mousa, a hotel receptionist, was killed by British Army troops in Iraq. He had been arrested the previous day in Basra and was taken to a military base for questioning. For forty-eight hours he and nine other innocent civilians had their heads encased in sandbags and their wrists bound by plastic handcuffs and had been kicked and punched with sustained cruelty. A succession of guards and casual army visitors took pleasure in beating the Iraqis, humiliating them, forcing them into stress positions in temperatures up to 50 degrees Centigrade, and watching them suffer in the dirty concrete building where they were held. Other soldiers, officers, medics, the padre, did not take part in the violence but they saw what was happening and did nothing to stop it. Some knew it was wrong. Some weren't sure. Some were too scared to intervene.
But none said anything or enough until it was far too late and Baha Mousa had been beaten to death. This book tells the inside story of these crimes and their aftermath. It examines the institutional brutality, the bureaucratic apathy, the flawed military police inquiry and the farcical court martial that attempted to hold people criminally responsible. Even though a full public inquiry reported its findings into the crimes in September 2011, its mandate restricted what it could say.
The full story, told with the power of a true-crime expose or court-room drama, shows how this was not simply about a few bad men or 'rotten apples'. It shines a light on all those involved in the crime and its investigation, from the lowest squaddie to the elite of the army and politicians in Cabinet.
What it reveals is devastating.
About the book: What part of the past would you change? Jordan didn’t want to travel back in time. She thought the members of the Time Cult were, frankly, a little whacked. But as the daughter of a daughter of a daughter, she had little choice but to prepare, take part, be knowledgeable and be ready to travel back in time. But nothing could prepare her for what happened. Or when. Quotes: “You think you’re so hot because you look Californian.” “I saw what you did for that boy. Pretending to be his mother.” “I’ll show you.” Excerpt: Oh no.
Jordan unconsciously gnawed at her nails. Had Mark really posted the two of them on the First Time Site? Jordan dropped her hand. How could he? A bet? A dare? Usually couples agreed, with both connected so you could watch the act from the two different perspectives, but this post was just from a single perspective—his. The high priestess stepped forward and squinted, not at the sun, they all knew where that was, but at her wrist. She frowned and turned the images that appeared and disappeared above her hand at a rapid pace. It was risky to connect through the Cloud, but there was little alternative. The women were forced to coordinate all across the Original Thirteen. They needed to tap into every reserve, even pull from the Cloud itself.
It had taken six months to coordinate, bribe, store and tap into the constant flow that fed the Reality Cloud. Never had they pulled so much so fast. Jordan shivered and rubbed her sleeves to generate more warmth. Still she didn’t think she’d ever get rid of the growing, icy, dread in her gut. The Realty Cloud was forever. You didn’t just wipe out programs or posts, to do that demanded a much higher clearance than even her mother possessed. What would Jordan say to her mother? She wasn’t supposed to have a real boyfriend at all, not while she was in the cult. How to explain? Three older women stepped forward and contributed to the images. There was a hush and a small intake of breath as all the women in the circle…what, fifty or sixty? Jordan used to amuse herself by counting, but no longer bothered. She glanced at Gaia who was frowning at something in the tossed images, but to Jordan, it looked like business as usual. This was just another equinox ritual. They gathered and the elders would try again. The electricity would not be powerful enough, the current not ready, the… A white explosion seared her mind and knocked her back—it all went dark.
ROMANZO BREVE FANTASCIENZA - Una grande astronave ormai in disarmo nasconde segreti impensabili. Ma ciò che si troverà Klom sarà il tesoro più inaspettato. E imprevedibile. Una montagna scoscesa e frastagliata cadeva lentamente attraverso il cielo. Assistita da uno stormo di navi pilota, i cui scintillanti campi di supporto avvolgevano il vascello più grande, la carcassa morta di un’enorme nave da crociera interstellare scendeva verso il Cantiere di Demolizione Navale di Asperna. Privo di qualunque simmetria discernibile, il veicolo stellare irto di torrette e strutture sporgenti era un conglomerato di portelli e protuberanze, capsule e padiglioni, talmente brutto da obbligare l’osservatore a concepire nuovi canoni di bellezza. Le sue superfici, dalle molteplici conformazioni e butterate dallo spazio, testimoniavano i millenni di servizio tra le stelle. E le sue viscere nascondevano tesori che i demolitori di Asperna avevano il compito di recuperare prima che il vascello venisse definitivamente smantellato.
E una nave vecchia migliaia di anni poteva nascondere davvero sorprese incredibili. PAUL DI FILIPPO è nato nel 1954 a Providence, Rhode Island. È noto per essere uno scrittore eclettico, originale e mai prevedibile. I suoi racconti spaziano in tutti i sottogeneri della fantascienza. Ha esordito con grande successo nel 1995 con La trilogia Steampunk, a cui hanno fatto seguito nove romanzi – molti ancora inediti nel nostro paese – e nove raccolte di racconti. Il romanzo Un anno nella città lineare, uscito in Italia nella collana Odissea, è stato finalista ai maggiori primi del settore, e ha introdotto il Mondo Lineare, una delle sue creazioni più originali, un omaggio a grandi scrittori d’avventura come Edgar Rice Burroughs e Jack Vance, mondo al quale è tornato col recente La principessa della Giungla Lineare. Di Filippo esercita inoltre l’attività di critico letterario per le più importanti riviste americane di sf. Nel 2005 si è poi impegnato nella stesura di testi per fumetti, realizzando la mini serie Beyond the Farthest Precinct illustrata da Jerry Ordway basata sulla serie Top 10 creata da Alan Moore per la America’s Best Comics.
An anthology of Christmas prose, poetry, and carols, reflecting both the religious and the secular aspects of the Christmas festival.
(The Spell of Binding: Part One, is a 27,000 word, witty, fantasy comedy). THE MAGIC The World was almost destroyed by science – billions died.
The survivors gave up looking for God and looked within themselves. They could hear a new song emanating from the ruins of the past. An ancient song, older than religion and time itself – they heard the magic. THE DEMON ARMY But the holocaust caused a spell uttered eons ago – when the magic was strong – to weaken. A spell that now released unmentionable creatures back into the world; creatures their ancestors had banished.
Science failed to destroy humanity, now it’s the powerful Demon Kings turn to try – back with vengeance and a vast army. HOPE Powerful sorcerers could stand in his way, but they have grown old and tired with time, leaving the hope of all New Mankind on the shoulders of a female magus, a slaphappy, lovesick human, a drunken whimsical elf, and an ambitious dwarf, all looking for a Spell that has been hidden for a thousand generations. PART ONE Simeon, the head of the Council of Magi, has spent decades deciphering an ancient leather bound book. He sends word to Minika, a sorceress close to where he believes the Spell is hidden – a female magus who is not quite what she seems – and with the aid of a human, an elf and a dwarf, she heads out into the barren wasteland to try and reach the Spell first before Vorr, the demon king and his vast army. But the demons are the least of Minika’s worries. Someone else seems hell bent on stopping her – someone who is manipulating magic that hasn’t been used for thousands of years.
Also the Great Prophetess has just announced the prophecy that Vorr has been waiting to hear for over two thousand years: “In a time of great sorrow seven will heal the world.”