For the past seven years, in bedsits in Crouch End and Bounds Green, north London, the Pentagon hacker and UFO buff Gary McKinnon
has – according to his family and friends – been suffering one long
anxiety attack. He's prone to regular fits of fainting and thoughts of
suicide. He's written that he can't look himself in his eyes when he's
shaving in case the sight of himself sets the spiral off. He jumps out
of his skin if someone touches him by surprise. I've met him
sporadically during these years and can vouch that he's a chainsmoking,
terrified shell.
"I'm walking down the road and I find I can't
control my own legs," he has told me. "And I'm sitting up all night
thinking about jail. About male rape. An American jail. I'm only a
little nerd … My life is like walking through a world you know is
probably going to end."
And yesterday, at 10am, it did. The high
court ruled that extradition to America was "a lawful and proportionate
response to Gary McKinnon's offending". It is unlikely that anything
will stop it now. How did he become, in the eyes of US prosecutors, the
man who committed "the biggest US military hack of all time"? And does
he deserve his fate?
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