More awful video tape from Gitmo. This time a Canadian agent questions a fifteen-year old who blew up an American with a grenade.

We’re told that the boy, when caught, was in poor shape from various war-related health problems. Then we’re told that his interrogation absorbed seven hours in four days.

What we have to read on to learn is that when questioned, the boy had fully recovered from his injuries. Although agitated and crying, the kid was well-fed, clothed in clean prison garb, unshackled, and seated as comfortably as his interrogator.

Question: would a crying fifteen-year-old in a US prison, a boy accused of murder-by-grenade, would such a prisoner be interrogated while extremely upset?

Maybe not, since laws governing the treatment of kids in jail require that they receive special handling. However, a child accused of a truly heinous crime may be tried as an adult, may have the court waive his kiddie rights to a certain extent.

It seems that young-boy terrorists from Iraq get no special deal from the military legal system as found in Gitmo. Is that too mean for you? Well, it was for me. I watched the boy cry and cry; he seemed a soul in despair. I felt very sorry for him…alone, on the other side of the world from his family, scared, having no idea what might happen to him.

Then I remembered…this child used a grenade to blew up an American; splattered the blood, muscle, bone, organs, face, feet, hands, heart of an American all over a street in Iraq. So the kid’s crying. Boohoo. At least he’s alive, warm, fed, clean, comfortable. His victim is unburiably dead, dead all over buildings and walls and pavement, far away in a foreign land.

All things considered…cry me a river, kid.