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Witness Statement: Fariba Davoodi Mohajer

26. The purpose of my interrogators’ threats was to connect me to serious charges. They accused me of being a spy and reminded me that the punishment for spying is execution. They alleged that I had a relationship with the U.S. government, and provided the name of a coworker who had confessed to my being a spy and working for the U.S. government. And then they would recommend that I cooperate with them so as to not cause more trouble for myself.

27. Screaming and yelling was commonplace during my interrogations. The interrogator yelled, slammed the door, threw the chair at the door/wall, and then stood over me and threateningly ordered me to confess to what they wanted. Then he would hand me a paper and tell me to write about myself. He would then read my writings and tell me that this is not what they had in mind – I had to write down that which they wanted me to write down. When one interrogator got tired another would replace him and continue with the interrogation.

28. One of the interrogators attempted to play the role of the good cop and do the exact opposite of what the bad cop was doing. He treated me with kindness and made big promises. For example, he would tell me that if I cooperated with them I would live a comfortable and quiet life. He assured me that I could continue my current journalistic activities and be a critic of the government – that I could curse and insult the government at will. On the condition, of course, that I report the activities of the opposition. When the good cop tired of his role, I had to face the harsh interrogations yet again.

29. The long interrogations were incredibly difficult for me. These types of interrogations often lasted until the next morning and continued on through the day. The pressure that the door put on my sides and kidney [during my arrest] caused me to bleed from my bladder. As a result, I frequently needed to use the restroom, which was unusual. But I couldn’t go to the restroom as often as I needed because I was always in the presence of male interrogators. Also, they didn’t know about my medical issue in the beginning and so they didn’t let me use the bathroom until the third day when my injury worsened and the interrogators realized that I was seriously ill. From that point on they allowed me to use the toilet during the interrogations. My need to access the restroom was not only an issue during the interrogation sessions. (I often needed to use the bathroom when I was in my coffin-like cell too.) Yet they didn’t allow me to use the restroom [when I was in my cell]. Instead they gave me a glass bottle to use.

30. After 12 days they finally realized that I was sick. A male doctor came to examine me. The doctor was blindfolded like I was. They sat the doctor behind me. The doctor complained but they paid him no attention.

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