Good journalism, publicly declared an interest and not want to make a judgment on that. An award for Public Service for possibly the greatest betrayal of National Secrets of all time strikes me as a crisis and it is a real danger of a very cozy media world, patting itself on the back, absolutely understanding the consequences for the dangers that we face in a very dangerous world so there is a dangerous disconnect there. As for the Guardian Newspaper itself my view was besides an individual gave the names of operatives outside the u. K. Jurisdiction that would be in breach of the 2000 terrorism act of the united kingdom. That would apply to me as an individual why would it not apply to a newspaper . This weekend on cspan former british teeth and secretary william fox on ed snowden, government surveillance and privacy issues this morning at 10 00 eastern. And on booktv from texas the san antonio book festival including doctors and panels on the stories the shaped san antonio and the nsa big brother and democracy. Also today starting at 1 00 p. M. Eastern cspan2 and on American History tv, tour the Nsas National crib the logic museum and learn about the making and breaking the secret codes and their role in u. S. History sunday at 6 00 and 10 00 p. M. On cspan3. Up next on booktv, shane bauer, Joshua Fattal and sarah shourd tell their story of being captured and imprisoned by the iranians after hiking to the border of iran and iraq in 2009. All three were charged with spying and entering iran illegally. This is an hour and 20 minutes. I would like to begin by congratulating shane our shane bauer, Joshua Fattal and sarah shourd on their memoir a sliver of light 3 americans imprisoned in iran. Their story begins on a warm summer day in july of 2009, the Three Friends who met as students decided to go for a hike in the mountains of iraq. Shane bauer and sarah shourd were teaching and writing in syria and josh was visiting from the u. S. Sera shared recently on cbs morning edition there are few moments in life when everything changes forever. This was one of those moments. Their capture was the beginning of the 26 months long experience of living in captivity. Shane bauer, Joshua Fattal and sarah shourd were cut off from everything they knew including one another. After a year in solitary confinement sarah shourd was freed in september of 2010. One year later almost to the day, shane bauer and Joshua Fattal were released and began the process of healing which youll hear more about tonight. Today shane bauer and Joshua Fattal have focused on prisoners rights in the u. S. And around the world. Shane bauer is an exec a recipient of the guggenheim award for criminal justice reporting. Sarah is a writer, educator and contributing editor at voluntary watch. Work as an advocate for prisoners rights featured in the New York Times, San Francisco chronicle and cnn. Bosh is a historian with a background in environmental sustainability, a doctoral candidate at new York State University and a new dad. At end of tonights program there will be time to ask questions. We will go ahead and have a microphone right there in the center. Please make sure you are asking a question. There are so many great statements to share tonight but we want to keep it concise the questions only please. The show is being recorded so just be aware of the lighting in the room and that end of the night we will go to the book signing and have the book signing located at the table in the back and have additional books for sale here as well. Thanks so much and please join me in welcoming shane bauer, Joshua Fattal and sarah shourd to speak tonight. Thank you. I am just going to tell a few stories. I wont try to tell our whole story and i will start with the story of a lot of you probably want to hear, which you are wondering about which is how this happened. We were living in damascus, in syria, working, josh was traveling, teaching in Different Countries around the world and another friend was in europe. Bosh came to visit us in damascus and we decided to take a trip and we chose iraq, i worked in baghdad before as a journalist. It never had been throughout the war. It is an autonomous region within iraq. No american had ever been killed or kidnapped there. It has a tourist industry of 2 Million People visit every year. In 2011, and the New York Times top 41 places to visit in the world. We went there and we were just there for a few days. We went to museums and wanted to get out of the city so we asked people where we could go and our Hotel Manager and taxi driver told us same places where there was a waterfall. It wasnt a big waterfall but there are not a lot of waterfalls in that region so it was attraction, there were hundreds of people there, kurdish families camped out and we went there and asked about the frail to hike on and there was an someone pointed to it and we slept near the bottom of the trail. In the morning we hiked for five hours. When we got near the top of this mountain we stopped and had lunch and trying to decide whether to keep going or turn back and lets just get the ridge right there, lets go up there and see what there is to see and come back and start walking and soldiers waved us to them and we got to them and decided they were iranian and we didnt know we were close to the Iranian Border and so we were really shocked and they asked for our passports and asked if we were American Dance took us to the next town. We call our friend who wasnt with us who called the u. S. Embassy and it went from there. For a few days we were driven around western iran and we didnt know what was going to happen. We thought we would be taken back to iraq relatively soon and we were taken to one city and we were in an Apartment Building and were interrogating and at night time we were put in a car and driven out of the town into the countryside. I will read a little passage from that, we are leaving the city. He has got a gun, josh said, startled but calm. In a busy round about our car swerved to avoid an oncoming vehicle. Epistle scuds across the floor. My heart stops and my mouth goes dry. The pudgy man picks up and sets it on his lap. We turn to a road that leads out of town, city lights fade behind us. Where are we going to . He asked in a honey sweet voice. The pudgy man hisses and turns around to face as putting a finger to his lips. The headlights of the cars trailing a slight up his face revealing his cold eyes. He turns back to face the front. This solitary light in country houses stream by like a little media rights. He picks of the gun in his right hand and cox it three times. Sarahs eyes widen, preposterous stiffens. She leans toward the man in front and with a note of desperation says Mahmoud Ahmadinejad good, obama bad. The pistol is resting on his lap. He turns to face again and holds two handout with palms facing each other. Iran, he says, holding his head toward one hand, america, he says lifting the other, problem, he says stretching the distance between them. She checks our faces to make sure his message registers and drops his arm. Sarah turns to me. What does she see . Her eyes are penetrating. Do you think he is going to hurt us . I dont know whether to respond or just stare at her. We walked into our fear together letting its around us off like a fog. The immediate prospect of death is different than i imagined it. I see as pulling over to the side of the road and leaving the car quietly. My legs convey mechanically of a rocky earth. I will be holding sarahs hand and yours too but mostly gone already. Walking flush with no spirit. We wont scream or run or other fabulous words of defiance. We will be like mice paralyzed by fear, limp, and we will stand there and each of us will fall one by one hitting the gravely earth with the fund. So we were taken, we were taken out of the car in the middle of the countryside, we were taken to an empty jail house and held for a few days and were driven across the country to tehran and were blindfolded and put in a van and brought to a prison. We didnt know we were in prison for several months but we were all separated immediately and solitary cells and for two months we were interrogating. That time in solitary confinement was a time i watched my mind slow down, where i felt i was becoming more of an animal land wasnt thinking because i didnt have much to reflect back to myself. I hope for the interrogators to come every day. And i would leave from outside and tie them in my room and smell the men have some connection to the outside. I thought about escaping a lot. There was a lock up on the window and i thought maybe i could take something from the back of the toilet or one, guard gave me a razor blade and i thought i could keep a razor blade and use it to get out. One day a guard left my door open and i reached through it and felt the key in my door so it was late, i waited for a long time, i opened the door, peeked out and saw a guard sitting down there so i waited until late at night and when i didnt hear anybody anymore i reached through and opened the door and came out and across the hall to another cell which was sarahs sell and we hadnt seen each other for a few weeks. And 20 or 30 minutes together, i wont go into the details of what happened because i am a little more shy than when i am writing. The next morning i found out i was wearing sarahs pants. So there were there were a lot of kind of surprising things that happened throughout that time. There were guards that would bring pens that were illegal and make it so we could see each other. I had strained relationships with interrogators with so much power over me and i wanted them to like me because i thought i would make them feel bad and try to get me out and i had to deal with their bizarre questions like what newspapers are controlled by the cia, questions i was trying to figure out what they wanted, what they were after. One time they asked me about an email like an e. Card my grandmas century with a turkey flapping its wings for thanksgiving. It was ridiculous but it was kind of scary because ridiculous. The truth it became clear the truce didnt matter. After two months my interrogator told me i asked him do you think i am us by as at the end of the interrogation he told me i know you are not a spy, none of you are spies but the situation has become political and it is going to be between politicians and my government and politicians in your government and you are going to have to wait. Later we were told iran wanted to do a Prisoner Exchange with us and that gave us power in a sense. It allowed us when we heard prisoners being beaten, we would bang on the doors and we could actually get them to stop. They wouldnt beat us the same way they beat them. One of surprising thing that happened was after josh and i were put together in a cell after four months and sarah state in solitary confinement for year and then was released and after her release, after she was let out in september, josh and i had to get our hair cut and whenever this happens we were asked to days to use a razor and the guards brought us to a little cell next to a bathroom and the cells in this prison that we were in for most of the time didnt have bathrooms so prisoners had to go out in this other bathroom. I was cutting joshs hair and a razor was really bad and it took forever and i heard the shower turn on in the cell next to me so we knocked on the window that connected these two rooms and this prisoner came to the door, the shower was on, he was naked and he said you the guy married to sarah shourd . I said i am engaged to sarah and proposed to her in prison. He saw this on tv apparently. He said is she out . I said yes, she is out. He said i sent wyatt . Is your duty he said i am al qaeda very matteroffactly. And he said what is your religion . I said christian. Which isnt really true. He asked what is his religion and josh said i am jewish. He said a okay. All people of the book, that is good. And he said but islam is the best. And he said if you become muslim you will sleep better at night. Which was a pretty soft attempt at conversion. And he said Everybody Knows you are innocent and that you shouldnt be here. And i hope you get free. And this was kind of in prison we kind of all were just prisoners and there was a sense of connection between everyone because we were prisoners and guards. Identities were stripped away in that context. He told me god willing i hope that you will be free soon and i said you too. One of the things that lot of my energy in prison was not becoming a prisoner. I never wanted to really accept that i was of that place. Never wanted to call it home. Solitary confinement is like a slow death. I was in solitary for 410 days. The world gets farther and farther away. Everything you know, everything that you are becomes smaller as you become smaller and you shrink. The waste that i tried to account of the dehumanization of those four white walls were really important to me. After months in solitary confinement you get reduced to an almost animal like a stage where you are pacing yourself compulsively, i would crouch down, listening for a sound to orient myself. There were times i completely lost my grasp on reality and sanity and i heard screaming and i thought it was from another prisoner and another selling another corridor and i just wanted it to stop. I put my hands over my years and it went on and on and the door of my cell burst open and the guards started and start shaking me and i realized i had been screaming. I want to read you a passage. This is a few months into might imprisonment. Interrogation was over. You are not even told you a political pawns, we dont know what is going to happen to you and things have been pretty quiet in section 209 in a womans section and one day all of a sudden the guards are frantic. There was this Kinetic Energy everywhere. Was december 27, 2009, five months into our captivity. I watched as a procession of new inmates are led past my sell. One woman has a bandage around head caked in blood. Another limps past, her bright red hair screaming out of her torn headscarf commerce head hanging like a wilting flowers. I want to know what is happening beyond these prison walls. Now the streets of tehran on being brought to me. A few months before we were captured the Green Movement erupted. After Mahmoud Ahmadinejad was named president the second time, reelected, there were monumental protests, millions of people in capitals all over iran saying the vote was stolen, he was an illegitimate president. And all the people around us were political prisoners, a human rights lawyers, student activists, opposition of all kinds. In the beginning i assume that didnt know that. I assumed they would all hate me and believe the lies the government were telling about me but i found out that wasnt the case. Suddenly a soft whisper. The voice was close as if it were in my cell. My head darts to the right and left looking for the source of the sound. Am i imagining it . The voice is louder now. It seems to be coming from the corner of the door where my sink is. Above the sink is the bench. As soon as the thought crosses my mind i leap off my mattress compelled by a force beyond my control and, to the sink. I press my mouth to the event. Coo are you i ask of voice. How do you know my name . My name is zaja, almost the same as you. I saw your mother on tv. I am sorry for you. I am a mother too. I almost yell and remember to hush my voice. Did you talk to her . As soon as the question escapes my mouth i realize how irrational it is. No. I need pictures of you on bbc. You are a small girl. Is easy free to stand on the sink before me is so difficult. I didnt mean that to come across as so funny. Is not funny. Prepare yourself. For me it is difficult. They beat me, kicked me and tortured me. My head hurt and it is difficult for me to stand. Her english is almost perfectly, strongly accented with scratched quality. I feel the tears welling under my eyes. Is a miracle, she knows me, we can talk to which the. How is it possible the guards dont know about this . I try to imagine her in her cell, being taken out for beatings and interrogation and put back in a cage separated from her children, her life, her country, so much like me. As bad as my situation is, hers is worse. Why did they rescue, i ask, i was at the protest. Suddenly the door of my still burst open. A guard named lay low, her voluptuous the lead on the doorway, she put her hand on her hips, she heard us talking and cut down hallway probably shoeless so we wouldnt hear her footsteps and pounce on us in the middle of are forbidden conversation. As if we were being caught masturbating by ruthless school mom, discover a private secret pleasure and being exposed and humiliated. This time my pleas had no effect on whale. Her kind motherly face slammed shut like a steel door. She says she will tell my interrogators what i have done. The new prisoners immediately transferred. When lana comes to my cell there are no more smiles, no more conversations in arabic. Hands my food with a cold and focused stair and wordlessly leads me out to the courtyard for a few minutes of sun. I no longer heard her sweet sister and plants that she paid gets paid to keep alive. These interactions with other women in the prison, even though i got caught that time, it was frightening, did know what would happen. They fueled my desire to connect with them more. Gave me a taste of food the women were around me and why they were there and being in solitary confinement i couldnt resist breaking the rules. The spirit of resistance permeated the political prison, section 209. Once i had been caught several times i wanted to get smarter and smarter about to make contact. One of the conversations shane bauer and Joshua Fattal and i would have a lot, i got worse and worse and my mental state disintegrated in solitary they would let me have periods of seeing Joshua Fattal every day. It means fresh air. We would talk about things, have philosophical conversations. And store of my ideas all day and spilled out on them. And it is still ques