Edit: title is not misleading at all, but is more or less an EXACT representation of Karen Straughan's opinions. This post is so far from misleading it beggars belief that the mods decided to jump in. Ladies and gentlemen: if you support torture -- stick with it. You'll be regarded by history as human slime, but at least you get to go out with your own perceived dignity.

45.00 in:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RO_I_9np50&feature=youtu.be

There are an estimated 300,000 child soldiers, all of them boys, being forced to fight around the world. Omar Khadr was one of them. The best article written about Khadr's hellish life is probably this Rolling Stones piece, which includes details of the horrific torture he suffered at Gitmo.

It's very easy for Westerners to sympathize with child soldiers in Africa, but when the boy is forced to fight against your own troops, he becomes the enemy. In truth, any time a Western government engages in torture, we become our own enemies.

While he was at Guantanamo, Omar was beaten in the head, nearly suffocated, threatened with having his clothes taken indefinitely and, as at Bagram, lunged at by attack dogs while wearing a bag over his head. “Your life is in my hands,” an intelligence officer told him during an interrogation in the spring of 2003. During the questioning, Omar gave an answer the interrogator did not like. He spat in Omar’s face, tore out some of his hair and threatened to send him to Israel, Egypt, Jordan or Syria — places where they tortured people without constraints: very slowly, analytically removing body parts. The Egyptians, the interrogator told Omar, would hand him to Askri raqm tisa — Soldier Number Nine. Soldier Number Nine, the interrogator explained, was a guard who specialized in raping prisoners.

Soon after Omar arrived at Guantanamo, he began exhibiting the kinds of disassociative symptoms most adolescent psychiatrists would have expected. He was startled to the point of disorientation by small changes in his surroundings. He had fainting spells. He cried frequently. When he heard gunshots at Camp Delta, he had a vision of helicopter gunships descending on him, and these kinds of enclosing flashbacks came repeatedly, as did nightmares about the Ab Khail firefight, in which he felt, with phenomenal verisimilitude, bullets piercing his chest. His appetite diminished; he took on the appearance of the permanently malnourished. He entered what clinicians call a state of hypervigilance: He started thinking he might be attacked at any time — without reason, his heart rate would jump, and he would sweat and hyperventilate. He began hearing sounds — screams, bombs, things he could not identify — when the cellblock was silent. Every week or so, a self-generated rage possessed him — an experience wholly foreign to his character. For long periods he felt no emotion at all. He started blaming himself for the things that had happened to him; he became deeply ashamed of what he had suffered. He developed a pronounced twitch on the left side of his face, of which he remained unaware.

There is lots more at the link. But warning: it's extremely disturbing.

It took Omar a while to accept that his lawyers were not part of the interrogation system at Guantanamo. Their initial visits, Wilson says, were spent trying to get him to believe in them — legal strategy was secondary. Gradually, Omar revealed himself to be very shy and curious and, in most ways, still a child, with a child’s sweetness and credulous charm. Despite the rate at which his bones were lengthening, isolation and trauma seemed to have preserved him in emotional time. When he learned a new word — his experiences had left odd gaps in his knowledge — he tried to use it right away, and as often as possible. When Wilson and Ahmad offered to get him something to read, he asked for coloring books and car magazines and books with photographs of big animals. When they asked him what kind of juice he wanted them to bring back after a break during one meeting, he said, “Just something weird.”

Shame on Karen Straughan. Shame on her. And shame on every "MRA" for downvoting this.