When I first saw Julian Assange in Belmarsh prison, in 2019, shortly after he had been dragged from his refuge in the Ecuadorean embassy, he said, “I think I am losing my mind.” He was gaunt and emaciated, his eyes hollow and the thinness of his arms was emphasised by a yellow identifying cloth tied around his left arm, an evocative symbol of
John Pilger: Justicia para Assange es justicia para todos
Julian Assange es un narrador de la verdad que no ha cometido ningún delito, pero reveló crímenes gubernamentales y mentiras a gran escala, por lo que realizó uno de los grandes servicios públicos de mi vida.