In summary, it is the same again and again …
If you are Muslim, more or less young, bearded, attending a mosque, who has childhood friends, neighbours or co workers sharing the same convictions, if you communicate between each other – like everyone else – by phone … This, then, becomes an ideal “terrorist” cell, a network of “sleepers” to perfection, which, tomorrow might need to make one of JT and the press’s headlines. This cell can then be yet another addition to the hunt bag of French terrorist hunters. These hunters, who in reality are the antiterrorist judges, specialise in this field. In the legal domain, they are specialists only in the morbid arts of burying the living in the graveyards of solitary confinement and legal torture, as well as in the arts of making false records, resemblances of cases and fantastical accusations.
As for the sentences, they distribute the maximum possible on those who are culturally educated and well instructed to make them seem like the heads. They make the rest look like a bunch of blunt knives and give them just under the maximum sentence, which holds the same torments of destroying their familial, professional and social lives.
Recent revelations in Wikileaks, relayed by the daily Le Monde, 1 December 2010, written by Piotr Smolar, whose courage I salute (it is rare to see such evidence from a journalist when it comes to judicial French injustice committed with impunity against, what is meant by term, Islamists), finally gave credible evidence and a voice to the somewhat muffled cries that I have been consistently pushing from the abyssal areas of `total isolation and legal torture’ of the French prisons for the past ten years!
Long before the attacks of September 11 2001, on July 29 2001, in a stopover at the airport of Abu Dhabi (UAE) at 23 hours, I was kidnapped by the Secret Services of UAE, subjected to two months of unspeakable physical torture, with sophisticated equipment and chemicals that had terribly deleterious effects. I was subjected to mental torture – incredibly methodical, devilishly developed by the intelligence services that are outside, that of the CIA (United States), MI6 (United Kingdom) and the DGSE (France), whose agents were of the party during these two months of agony.
In these tides of pain, between two waves of agony, I was crying out my misunderstanding of this situation and my innocence, if indeed there was something against me.
The event of the century, 9/11 came about without me even being informed of it.
I find myself wrapped, packaged in a Hercules aircraft (Transall) 630 and sent to France for more than 24 hours in the cold and the noise, hanging – like a bat – to the supports of a parachute. The conditions were of the most atrocious sort.
France needed its own local Sept. 11 to put in their mouths. It was absolutely necessary to enter the arena of the main victims of “Islamic terrorism” while distinguishing itself by foiling another attack of the century in Paris. You’re never more flattered than by yourself!
I was buried alive in the meandering neighbourhood of total isolation and legal torture for 7 years, cut from the world. On the one hand, I was being tempted to collaborate and on the other, being terrorised through the use of certain procedures and methods largely described in another document I have written.
With no shred of evidence early in July 2003, the famous Judge Jean-Louis Bruguière flew to Belgium to try to buy the cooperation of Nizar Trabelsi, a former international professional football player, then incarcerated in Brussels. The judge wanted “false” accusation incriminating me from him.
Mr. Bruguière threatened Mr. Trabelsi to never again let him see his wife and child, both assigned to remain (without permission to travel) on the Island of Beauty ( Corsica ). Nizar stood firm. (See article)
Bruguière and his penitentiary henchmen sealed me in isolation like a hermit under a heavy bell, away from any opportunity to properly defend myself, if only by writing a word in response to media bombardment and the press.
The only chance I had to tell the real story was the trial in the criminal court of Paris Court. It was a battle with the tyrannical President of the Court Philippe Vandingenen who kept interrupting me at any reasoned response from my part. On the 3rd day of trial, which stretched over two and a half months, I could tell for two hours nonstop, alone against all, the torture I suffered in the UAE, the bargains proposed by Jean-Louis Bruguière and his crowd before they go on with my lynching as promised. (See articles worldwide – Mr. Hunault – Payment). French justice was looking at the ceiling and was playing with a pencil while I was telling my story …
Amongst all the journalists who attended the trial, one of them – a political reporter – reported the paucity of such record `and` the lack of any legal evidence in this great affair of the famous attack against the USA embassy in Paris, which has always acted strangely as a retirement temple for the magistrates tending to my case, who are supposedly “noble,” “fair” and “impartial”!
The impunity, mentioned by the wiki leaks diplomatic cable, entitled to these magistrates of doom, made it so that I was hit with the very heavy sentence of ten years imprisonment up for parole in seven.
Thereby followed years of embers spent in total solitary confinement and legal torture, deprived of all human contact in cells which were unhealthy, cramped, and often windowless. The whole topped off by the geographical distance designed to break me by breaking all family ties possible.
My pain, unjustly suffered, was multiplied by many other sentences in addition to imprisonment:
* Seven years of nightmare in the neighborhoods of total isolation and legal torture
* Stripped of my French nationality
* An attempt to evict me forcibly through to Algeria despite the decisions of the European Court of Human Rights (ECHR) and the Administrative Tribunal of Paris.
* A failed attempt to banish me to Guiana (see article in the daily Le Monde, 2009)
* A parole in Murat, a tiny village in the department of Cantal, with a requirement to sign three times a day, every day, including holidays, 8 am, 13 pm and 18 pm, in addition to the ban of going out of a predefined area of 1.7 sq. km.
* No identity documents, no permit to work, no funds and no welfare.
* A forced separation from my wife and my four children who have been able to make one or two visits, technically infeasible without a great obstinacy from their part.
In sum, inhumane conditions in which even the advocacy groups for animal rights would revolt against.
A year spent in this dramatic situation (May 2009 – May 2010), the black birds of the Sub-Directorate Anti-Terrorism (SDAT) come back to kidnap me in my sleep. After four days of detainment, they charge me with an accusation which is beyond belief, one that I still cannot wrap my head around.
I am accused, despite the existence of such charges in the French Criminal Code, of organizing and directing a group to accomplish an attack – again – neither located nor described or shown or avowed by anyone. A phantom attack with no target! Then they accuse me of wanting to escape from Murat, while I was stopped and searched on the spot. Worse, they accuse me of wanting to plan the escape of an islamist prisoner in another prison when I am myself a prisoner in Murat! They are crazy these French people!
From that alone, you can judge for yourself!
In a country meeting its own substantive law, I would not worry about such accusations. But in a country like France, and with the confessions made by Judge Ricard, I can only doubt what will happen in the future and worry about the outcome of all this.
Thank you for reading this.