‘Our souls are dead’: how I survived a Chinese ‘re-education’ camp for Uighurs | Uighurs | The Guardian
Suddenly, the officer slammed his fist on the table.
You know her, don t you?
Yes. She s my daughter.
Your daughter s a terrorist!
No. I don t know why she was at that demonstration.
I kept repeating, I don t know, I don t know what she was doing there, she wasn t doing anything wrong, I swear! My daughter is not a terrorist! Neither is my husband!
I can t remember the rest of the interrogation. All I remember is that photo, their aggressive questions, and my futile replies. I don t know how long it went on for. I remember that when it was over, I said, irritably: Can I go now? Are we done here? Then one of them said: No, Gulbahar Haitiwaji, we re not done.
Don’t worry! This sort of thing could *never* happen here. Why not? Because we have a constitution that protects us against this sort of thing. And nobody would ever even imagine doing anything so much against the *Constitution.* Right?