The Cage Has No Door — Just a Design

At first, they said Guantánamo Bay was for the worst of the worst. Terrorists. Foreigners. Threats to “our way of life.” So the law took a vacation. And we built cages offshore, so we wouldn’t have to feel the cold steel of hate on our soil. We called it safety. But it was only silence. Then came the blueprints — for a new version of horror. Now, the United States is talking up (testing the rebuke) and preparing to send its own citizens — uncharged, unconvicted — to rot inside El Salvador’s mega-prison, a brutal fortress where inmates are stripped of names, dignity, and light. Not tried. Not heard. Just gone. This is not about justice. This is about power. And leading the charge? A convicted felon turned president — Donald Trump — and his second in command, Vance, nodding along like a bobblehead with a microphone. This isn’t about safety. It’s about submission. They’re next in line. And if you stay quiet now, one day the trai...