News at Eleven: As the sun falls at dusk and the twilight

deepens into night, and I continue to sweat the fever out, I can't help but think I am in the throes of a physical reaction to S-21. After walking through the prison, standing in the rooms of torture and death, the long hallways where bodies must have been dragged in and dragged out, where the photographs of prisoners stare within those walls both day and night, their eyes never closing, waiting for the world to recognize them and remember, how could I not be sick?

from The New York Times: Opinionator: Home Fires: Shaking All Over

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