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May 05, 2005
Graner Abused his Wife Too! We Are All Shocked, Shocked.
One night, Staci Morris says she awoke to find then husband Charles Graner holding a large knife to her throat and openly pondering whether to kill her. In subsequent days, he pretended nothing had happened."He's like my Hannibal Lecter, he really is. He's the monster in my life," said Morris, who has two teenage children from her 10-year marriage with Graner, the central figure in the Abu Ghraib abuse of Iraqi prisoners.
More, he boasted of his exploits to his children:
Morris, 34, a nurse who has remarried and lives outside Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, said the former U.S. prison guard now serving a 10-year sentence would proudly e-mail his children photos showing tough treatment of Iraqi prisoners.He would send photos of "these beat up prisoners and blood and talk about how cool it was -- look what daddy gets to do," she said, adding that she did not show them the correspondence.
Graner transmitted pictures of the mentally ill prisoner who was the man at the end of England's leash. In one photo the man was covered in his feces.
"The whup ass [beatings] ran like a river," Morris quoted Graner as saying about the frequent beatings of prisoners.
"He had complete contempt for prisoners; as far as he was concerned they had no rights," she added in summing up his attitude as a U.S. corrections officer in Pennsylvania.
Boy, did this mean have a good career counselor or what. Son, I notice you have certain tendencies. Let's see. You should become a corrections officer. Join the Reserves. Perhaps, if you are really lucky, you could become a prison guard for an invading army.
With due apologies to dentists, I can't help recall this song from "Little Shop of Horrors." Just replace dentist with prison guard.
When I was young and just a bad little kid,
My momma noticed funny things I did.
Like shootin' puppies with a BB-Gun.
I'd poison guppies, and when I was done,
I'd find a pussy-cat and bash in its head.
That's when my momma said...
(What did she say?)
She said my boy I think someday
You'll find a way
To make your natural tendencies pay...You'll be a dentist.
You have a talent for causing things pain!
Son, be a dentist.
People will pay you to be inhumane!You're temperment's wrong for the priesthood,
And teaching would suit you still less.
Son, be a dentist.
You'll be a success.
Posted by zeynep at May 5, 2005 08:58 PM
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