By all accounts, Mohamedou Ould Slahi's memoir about his time in the Cuban prison is an amazing account of American misconduct and barbarism. It's also a triumph of the human spirit since it was written while Slahi was still in prison then spent eight years battling to get it published.
Read the book, but if you are looking for some good articles about it:
A short extract from the Guardian
By now the chains on my ankles were cutting off the blood to my feet. My feet became numb. I heard only the moaning and crying of other detainees. Beating was the order of the trip. I was not spared: the guard kept hitting me on my head and squeezing my neck against the rear end of the other detainee. But I don’t blame him as much as I do that poor and painful detainee, who was crying and kept moving, and so kept raising my head.
Mark Danner in the Times. Danner has been steadfast in his insistence that America face up to its sins.
Our country tortured Slahi and thus made it impossible, as the prosecutor determined, to try him; fear and suspicion leave us unable still to follow the judge’s order and free him. It is easier on us to let him suffer indefinite detention. When the suffering of the untried and unconvicted becomes nothing more than collateral damage, America has crossed a gulf. The steps that took us there were largely secret, but thanks to this and other accounts we know about them now: We know where we came from, and we know where we are. We do not yet know how to get back.
The London Review of Books. Christian Lorentzen asks the best question about the cell or hut where Slahi is still being kept:
I wouldn’t have bet that diplomatic relations with Cuba would be restored before Guantánamo was closed. How many years until Slahi’s hut is a museum piece?