For all the talk about how horrible Guantanamo Bay is - and I’m sure it is horrible indeed - I would rather be imprisoned there any day of the week than have to be locked up in a regular old maximum-security prison of the sort that armed robbers and murderers go to.
I don’t think there are prison gangs in Gitmo. There’s no Aryan Nations or Mexican Mafia; there’s no underground economy of drug smuggling and “punks” coerced into sex. I wouldn’t have to worry about being stabbed in the cafeteria because I pissed another prisoner off; I wouldn’t have to worry about trying to align myself with one gang faction or another. I might have to “convert” to Islam to get along with the other inmates, in which case, give me a Koran and point me towards Mecca. At least I wouldn’t constantly be in fear of the other inmates.
To me, it’s the other inmates that are the scariest thing about a prison - not the fact that you’re isolated from society, not the fact that you’re confined to a tiny room, not the fact that you have guards telling you what to do all the time.
What would I have to face at Guantanamo? The uncertainty of when I would be released, for one. Strange sensory-deprivation tactics, for another, and an indeterminate status as a prisoner. But again, I wouldn’t be nearly as afraid of any of that as I would be of being locked up in any maximum-security or even medium-security penitentiary.