Prisoner Recently Raped and Tortured Exposes Story from Prison

HRANA

One of the prisoners in Rajai prison in the city of Karaj discussed the abuse and sexual assault he has endured. He hopes to spread his story and the injustices inflicted on him.

This video was taped in Rajai prison in Karaj during the end of the month Ordibehesht (around May 20, 2010). Due to security reasons, we are not able to discuss how we obtained the video. The person in the video is still detained in Rajai Shahr prison.

This video is a clear indication of the inhumane treatment of prisoners. HRANA will share more videos with advocacy groups.

Explanation: some delay in sound is due to original taping




English translation of video by Bahram Tasviri Khiabani:

In the name of God, I am Bahram Girovani, the son of Mohammad. I went to the
security offices to file a complaint about a situation. The day I went, Mr. Akharian (head of ward 1 in Rajai Shahr prison) got angry and threatened me. He hit me even though I begged him not to.

I asked him to please let me get in touch with my family. He said he would do it himself and asked for my number.
He got my number and called my mother. He told my family that Bahram is dead and
that they need to come to the hospital to pick up the corpse.

I was told that when my mother heard this news, she had a heart attack and got very sick.
My family went to the hospital where they were told I wasn’t dead and they
realized they had been lied to.

I was asked about who I gave my house number to and I responded that I had given it to Mr. Akharian. They said they would keep me for five days, and after a week, I asked them to please give me permission to get in touch with my family and allow me to take my medications. I had been under a physician’s care and was taking about 15 pills due to a medical condition, but they took those pills away.

I wasn’t feeling well and begged them to let me speak to someone in charge, but they did not allow me to do that. I got so sick both physically and mentally that I wanted to die. I attempted to light myself on fire, but they stopped me and sprayed tear gas in my cell. Then they opened the door and hit me in my face with batons. They used
a fire extinguisher to put the fire out. When they sprayed the tear gas over the
fire extinguisher gas, I wasn’t able to see anything anymore. I felt like I was
going blind and I could barely breath.

They suddenly opened the door and
started beating me in my face with wooden batons. Mr. Mirzaghayi, Mr. Zeynali,
Mr. Yousefi and Mr. Moradi had all come and they were the ones beating me with
batons. All of a sudden I saw that Mr. Moradi was holding a knife. I don’t know
if he had just found it or if he had brought it to stab me. I don’t know.

I hit him hard in his hand and the knife fell to the ground. I picked it
up to defend myself, but I had no chance to defend myself.

They all attacked me and hit me more, then they took me to a very dark room with no cameras. They beat me harder, tied me up, blindfolded me, tortured me, took my
clothes off, hung me, and inserted batons inside of me. I kept pleading with
them, begging them, asking them, “Isn’t there a God. Isn’t there a Prophet?”
They responded, “We are God and we are the Prophet.”

I asked them if there was someone in charge in the place. They responded that they were they ones in charge. Mr. Mirzaghayi replied, “I have orders. I have orders from Mr. Akharian who has given me permission to do whatever I want.”

They kept beating me with their batons until they broke my legs. I was then taken into a room and left there all night, still naked with my hands tied behind my back. I
was suffocating and in great pain because of my broken legs. By morning, my
broken legs were bleeding badly and I begged them to take me to the prison
clinic, but they refused.

After a month, the wound in one of my legs was infected all the way to my bone. They finally had to take me to the prison clinic. The doctor refused to touch my leg because it was so badly infected. I begged the doctor to help me. The doctor said if they performed surgery I would have to stay there to recover and they had been told that they were not allowed to keep me there for recovery. He didn’t want to take care of me, but I begged him. I kissed his hands and his feet.

Then I told him I would lodge a
complaint against them. I asked him if Mr. Akharian had given the orders and he
replied yes. Mr. Akharian had told him not to perform surgery. Mr. Gerami and
Mr. Ali Mohammadi came. They all said it was out of their hands because they
were under the strict orders of Mr. Akharian. So again I resorted to threatening
them and said I would lodge a complaint.

I finally convinced them to let
me receive an operation.

They took me back to solitary confinement until
the day of my operation. I was in the prison clinic for four days.

Mr.
Mirzaghai came to visit me and said, “That place where we stuck the batons into
you still has not healed. Too bad. Does it hurt? We’re going to make it worse.
Why did you have to complain? Why did you complain to the infirmary?”

The night before my operation they gave me some kind of pill that made
my mouth go completely crooked. I wasn’t able to talk at all.

The doctors said to me, “That day when you got in all that trouble with those guys,
you should have known better than to mess with them. They are the ones who told
us to give you this medicine and do this to you. Now look at you. You are not
allowed to make a phone call. You are not allowed to talk. You are not allowed
to have any visitors. We’re taking care of you, but you don’t even deserve it.
We should kill you. Just like we did with Siamak Bandeloo and other people who
we killed by injection. We should kill you too.”

When they performed the surgery on me they shaved a large portion of my bone off, they cut the flesh, and they put a cast on it.

Yesterday when I came out, I was beaten again. They kept telling me I should have never complained. Mr. Mirzaghayi beat me up all over my body with a baton. I kept begging him to stop hitting me and I kept asking him why he is beating me again. He psychologically devastated me by cursing at me with very dishonourable words. He took away my dignity in front of all the other prisoners.

Then he dragged me and took me to Mr. Akharian.
He told me if I don’t shut up they will continue to treat me like this. He said
he would even bring my whole family here and throw all of them in prison too.
“How dare you lodge a complaint,” he kept saying. He told me that if I consent
to what they say, they would help me out. But if I refused, they would crush me,
and this time, they would kill me.

Today they took me back to Mr.
Akharian. They threatened me again and asked me to agree to their demands. They
said, “If you don’t do it, not only will you not achieve anything, we will kill
you and we will just throw your corpse out of here. There is nothing you can do
here. The law enforcer is with us. He isn’t going to acknowledge anything that
happened to you; not your broken legs and not the baton that we stuck into you.
We are the ones in charge here. We tell them what to say.”

They also
told my family that Rajai Shahr prison runs on its own. There is no authority
over the prison. How about the head of the whole country, I wondered. But in
this prison there is no government. There is no Islam. Here they kill people the
same way they drink water. Here they have tortured people much worse than they
have tortured me. They just beat everybody. They have tortured so many people,
after which they force them to say whatever they demand. If anyone dares think
of complaining, they will torture him even more.

Prisoners get thrown in
a dark camera-less room that no one knows of and they get beaten up. If anyone
asks about the prisoner, they lie and say he is at the infirmary or somewhere
else. In that room, you are not given water, bread, or anything. There is no
toilet.

There is just no logic to anything that the prison officials do.
This place is worse than Kahrizak. There are no human rights here. There are no
human beings in charge. There is no law.

There is nothing here. There is
nothing.

They just kill people like they are drinking water.

I
don’t know, just please help me.

Translation: Laleh Irani Persian2English.com

هرانا؛ انتشار اسناد / ویدیوی شهادت یک زندانی تحت شکنجه و تجاوز قرار گرفته در زندان رجایی شهر کرج
پنجشنبه 06 خرداد 1389 ساعت 14:58
خبرگزاری هرانا – یکی از زندانیان زندان رجایی شهر کرج که پیش تر خبرگزاری هرانا، گزارش مربوط به شکنجه و تجاوز به وی را منتشر نموده بود با نشستن در مقابل دوربین با امید به دادرسی و احقاق حقوق خود، به بیان ظلمی که به وی شده، پرداخت.
این ویدئو که در زندان رجایی شهر کرج در اواخر اردی بهشت ماه سال جاری ضبط و با طی مراحلی که به دلایل امنیتی از توضیح آن معذوریم به خارج زندان منتقل شده است در نوع خود منحصر به فرد است؛ چرا که شهادت یک زندانی را از داخل زندان به همراه دارد؛ وی کماکان نیز در زندان محبوس است.
این ویدئو سندی واضح از اعمال غیرانسانی مسولان حاضر این زندان است.
بر همین اساس مجموعه فعالان حقوق بشر در ایران اعلام کرد در این رابطه اسناد بیشتری در اختیار سازمان های مدافع حقوق بشر قرار داده است.
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