This story is from www.opendemocracy.net and was written in December 2005 by Jason Parkinson.

“I was persecuted, accused of supporting the LRA,” said Harriet with a weak voice. She was still recovering from five weeks of hunger strike. Harriet escaped and hid at a friend’s house in Opuru, where she was reunited with her children, a boy of seven and a girl aged three. That night the UPDF came for her. Certain she would be killed Harriet leapt from the rear window of the house and hid in the bush land, watching the soldiers search the house, abduct her children and burn the home to the ground.

Aided by an Italian priest, Harriet managed to join a flight to Heathrow airport, west of London, where – after a night of sleeping rough – she declared herself to the airport authorities. At first things went well. The Refugee Council found her a solicitor, arranged a home office interview, and organised accommodation and state benefits. But after several months the benefits stopped without warning. “I became homeless,” she explained, “I had nothing.”

In desperation, a friend arranged a job for Harriet under a false name. She used it to work for five months. This is against home office rules. In May 2005, police officers arrived at Harriet’s workplace with immigration officials and sent her to Colnbrook detention centre near Heathrow airport. Her room was small, dark and cold, with a camera in the wall inspecting her every move. The bath leaked, she was often refused toilet access, suffered extreme pain when given wrong medication – and had her telephone access removed when she tried to complain.

“In there I cried for days,” Harriet recalls. “I was very depressed. We were allowed outside our rooms for twenty minutes a day and were not allowed to talk. Even criminals are not treated like this and I am not a criminal.”

The home office found her asylum claim “not credible” and told Harriet she would be deported. She was sent to Yarl’s Wood removal centre, near the town of Bedford, in preparation for this. On 16 July, immigration escorts took Harriet to Gatwick airport where she joined a long queue of failed asylum-seekers awaiting their removal. “They were lined up with their belongings in black bin-bags, like slaves”, Harriet says. “One man stripped naked and refused to board his plane. The guards grabbed him by the neck, dragged him to the floor and handcuffed him.”

Harriet refused to board the plane, stating she would rather die than return to Uganda. She was sent back to Yarl’s Wood. A week later she started refusing food; nine other female Ugandan detainees in the Dove unit at Yarl’s Wood joined her in solidarity.

On the morning of 13 August, Harriet spoke live by telephone to BBC Radio 4’s Woman’s Hour programme about her deportation, the crisis in Uganda and her experiences in Britain’s UK immigration system. Later that day, she found that her 71 pence-a-day phone account had been closed. Yarl’s Wood officers said she was being moved to Colnbrook that night, refusing Harriet’s explanation that she was expecting a fax from a medical examination stating that she was unfit for deportation.

Harriet was escorted to the Kingfisher unit, Yarl’s Wood solitary-confinement ward, to await removal to Colnbrook – but at the last moment a home office phone call reprieved her by saying that her deportation was cancelled.

The next day, 14 August, Harriet witnessed an attempt lasting several hours by her colleagues physically to prevent guards from attempting to seize and transfer her friend Charity Mutebwa – a survivor of rape and torture at the hands of the UPDF in Uganda, and considered one of the hunger-strike ringleaders. Harriet used a telephone to report the incident to campaigners at the Crossroads Women’s Centre and Women Against Rape.

Early on Monday morning, 15 August, guards entered Harriet’s room to move her back into solitary confinement on grounds that she was “non-compliant and obstructive to staff”. Harriet was put in a room near Charity – cold, damp with no mattress or bedding, but unlocked. Harriet went to Charity’s room and they talked for a while. A guard halted the conversation, but not before she could see that Charity’s wrists and ankles were visibly injured. By this stage both women were in the fourth week of their hunger-strike.

Charity was later moved to Dungavel detention centre, near Glasgow, but returned to Yarl’s Wood several days before a removal scheduled for 18 October. On that day, immigration escorts put her on the plane and the engines roared before the removal was halted. Charity remains incarcerated at Yarl’s Wood.

For three days Harriet lay in her room in the Kingfisher unit without water. She became ill, and her mouth bled. Medics measured her blood pressure and found it dangerously low. On 18 August, she was removed from solitary and taken back to her room on the Dove wing. She lay in her room for four more days. On 22 August a guard came to her room, and said: “Harriet, you’ve been released”. “I started to cry”, Harriet remembers.

She was taken to the exit of Yarl’s Wood removal centre and given a one-way travel card back to London. Even though she had no strength and could barely walk, officials told her: “you’re not our responsibility anymore”. She was picked up in a friend’s car and taken to Bedford hospital, where she was immediately given vital medication. By 9pm that evening, she was back in London, staying at a friend’s house.

Harriet Anyangokolo is not giving up. “I am going to carry on campaigning for all other women in the detention centres and at home”, said Harriet after her three-month detention. “In Uganda there are women being raped, children are in the streets. This must stop after nineteen years. We need peace. We are all children of God.”

This story is from The Independent Newspaper and was published on the 5th February 2007.

Abdullah Tokhi fled Afghanistan in fear of his life. He asked for sanctuary in Britain. We sent him back. Within a year he was dead

They shot Abdullah Tokhi dead at midday, in a crowded street in a bazaar. It was a very public “execution”, a message to show that his killers knew they would never be brought to account for their crime.

Mr Tokhi and his family had long feared this would happen. He repeatedly pleaded while seeking asylum in Britain that his life was in danger in a sectarian and political blood feud back home . But the Home Secretary at the time decided that Afghanistan was now a safe place thanks to the intervention of Britain and the US, and Mr Tokhi was sent back to his home, and his death, after the appeal process failed.

The murder of Mr Tokhi, 35, was one of many that happen every week in this country, six years after “liberation”. But this was one death that could have been prevented if the officials in London who turned down his plea for refuge had acknowledged what is really going on, instead of sticking ridgidly to the official position that the rule of law prevails in Afghanistan.

A week after his father’s death, 10-year-old Nasratullah was on his way to school when he was shot from a car. The bullets hit him on the arm and legs. “I was very sad about what had happened to my father,” said Nasratullah. “I knew there were bad people who had killed him. But I did not think that they would try to attack me. It hurt a lot when I was shot. Now I am very scared, for myself, and also my brother and sisters. We would like to move away from here, but we do not know where to go … I miss my father very much.”

Today Mr Tokhi’s widow, two sons and seven daughters live in fear at a farm in Paghman, south-east of Kabul. They say the police were complicit in the death and the suspected killers can be seen in the area, walking around with impunity. Amanullah, an elder brother of Mr Tokhi, has been killed, as well as one of his sons, Sayed Agha.

The account given by Mr Tokhi in his asylum application stated that the family originally lived in the village of Bangarak in the Kalakan region in the north at a time when the ruling Taliban, overwhelmingly Pashtun, carried out widespread persecution of the Tajik population in the area. After the American and British invasion of 2001, the Northern Alliance, predominantly Tajiks and Uzbeks, took control and began hunting down those who had helped the Taliban.

Mr Tokhi, from a prominent Pashtun family, was one of those accused of funding the Taliban, a charge his family denied. He was arrested by the Northern Alliance and spent eight months in jail. While there, his brother Ameenullah and nephew Sayeed Agha were murdered.

The Independent, while investigating Mr Tokhi’s account, could find no evidence he had been an active member of the Taliban. Some Tajiks, however, voiced suspicion that he may have given money to the Islamists. His family insists that this was coerced from them.

Mr Tokhi and his family had moved to Paghman after his release. A little later he went to Peshawar in Pakistan and was smuggled from there to Dover, arriving in November 2002. After applying for asylum he moved tosouth London.

As Mr Tokhi continued his efforts to stay in Britain, the situation in Afghanistan deteriorated, with regions falling into lawlessness. The Taliban moved back into this vacuum. Mr Tokhi’s apprehension about his family’s safetyincreased after reports that his enemies, who he believed to be Tajiks from Kalakan, had tracked his family to their home in Paghman.

Mr Tokhi’s application for asylum was turned down by David Blunkett, when he was Home Secretary, as was his appeal. He returned to Afghanistan in September 2004 and was killed in autumn 2005 .

In January last year, John Reid, as Defence Secretary, announced the deployment of almost 6,000 troops to combat the growing insurgency in Afghanistan. And the Government has just announced that a further 800 would be sent in anticipation of continuing violence.

Mohammed Shapur, Mr Tokhi’s brother-in-law, said: “Abdullah’s wife still cries every day. But there is nothing we can do. The police have done nothing, and we don’t expect them to. I used to speak to Abdullah on the telephone and at first he was full of hope.

“He used to say that England was a good place and one could build a life there away from all the trouble. But then he became more depressed because the English authorities would not believe him. They told him Afghanistan was safe, and he should go back.

“His enemies killed him and they do not fear anything. We see them and no one does anything to arrest them. I fear for the young ones. I pray that Allah protects them.”