Quotes White Torture - Group work

Through inquisition, violence and punishment, an interrogator plays the same role as father, brother, husband and state who enforce a process of othering when dealing with women.

The feeling of fear is the background of all the days spent in the cell. Fear, reprimand, punishment, isolation, intimidation, deprivation and coercion are things that are strongly imposed on you in detention, but you have already experienced that as the logic behind all politics as a woman before your arrest, or you have heard from other women's experiences.

In prison, the interrogator is not merely an interrogator, but a representative of the patriarchal order that silences your voice if you refuse to do what he wants.

Sometimes my brain or conscious will stopped resisting, but something deep inside my body or soul, proud of my broken self, pushed me to keep resisting.

[...] the interrogator wants to put you in a situation where you think you are living a public lie. Overcoming what is being imposed on you is a constant struggle and only this can save you.

The interrogator wants you to feel guilty. You even blame yourself for your thoughts. They want to change you into someone you're not.

I know that the future of my country is bright, and in the future, prejudice, hatred and enmity will vanish from this land.

I was very anxious when I did not have books, but when I had something to read, my situation was different. I read an average of about eight hundred pages a day, and it greatly helped in getting through the day.

If there was one single document to prove that I’d been guilty, I would have had no objection, but I was kept in solitary confinement for six months without any proof. The hunger strike was my expression of rage at the oppression to which I was subjected.

Life in prison, if it is to end with discovering a steadfast and noble faith, makes you more stable and prouder than before.

Life in prison is based on the denial of all natural and human needs, but at the same time it opens the doors of poetry, thoughts and meaning in the heart and soul.

There was something in me like a barrier that stopped the flow of feelings and thoughts. Every sensation felt suppressed. Neither my heart nor my brain reacted.