The fate of the Iranian refugee was entirely predictable to those who knew him. Five years on, the whole terrible truth of his death in immigration detention can finally be told
The jungle north-east of Christmas Island’s immigration detention centre is dark and unforgiving. A person, seeking refuge or release, can disappear from sight in just a few steps.
The terrain runs steeply downhill to the nearby roiling sea. Jagged basalt rock, slippery and sharp, marks the descent. Treacherous country at any time of day.
