I am willing to believe that you did not realize what was happening;later,you doubted whether such things could be true;but now you know, and still you hold your tongues.

I am willing to believe that you did not realize what was happening;later,you doubted whether such things could be true;but now you know, and still you hold your tongues.
The blinding sun of torture is at it's zenith; it lights up the whole country. Under the merciless glare, their is not laugh that does not ring false, not a face that is not painted to hide fear or anger, not a single action that does not betray our disgust, and our complicity.
Jean-Paul Sartre in the preface to 
The Wretched of Earth by Frantz Fanon