"That is what stays with me -- that he was cold under the balmy afternoon sun of Santiago de Chile, trembling as though he would never be warm again, as though the electric current was still coursing through him. Still possessed, somehow still inhabited by his captors, still imprisoned in that cell in the National Stadium, his hands disobeying the orders from his brain to quell the shuddering, his body unable to forget what had been done to it just as, nearly 33 years later, I, too, cannot banish that devastated life from my memory." - Ariel Dorfman
Daring to question from a position of knowledge; fact, not theory, seen first hand.
A beautifully written look into the eyes of torture and into the heart of our collective, national soul.