So this is it. In about an hour I will break my fast by having a long dreamed of bowl of hot soup. Someone remarked that it will probably taste like the best soup in the world.
But it won’t.
The reason is that while I can end my hunger strike, Shaker and the other protesters in Guantanamo are trapped in theirs. They will continue to be tortured each and every day. Denied justice every day. Breaking my fast now doesn’t feel like a victory, it feels like leaving a man behind.
Did it do any good? It didn’t change many minds. Most of the major media outlets ignored the story probably thinking: “Well it’s just one more dead Arab, who cares?”. One journalist I spoke to even said that Shaker’s case “Wasn’t a story at all”. That’s how insensitive we’ve become I guess.
But then again we musn’t expect too much. Great victories are only won by small, often imperceptible steps. I know that my fast doesn’t mean that much, but added to those of all the other people who are fasting in support and added to all the efforts Reprieve are making in other areas, something can still change. We just have to keep fighting. I know I will.