Bukele challenges Hillary Clinton to take El Salvador's entire prison population after criticism
El Salvadoran President Nayib Bukele responded to allegations by former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton about the conditions at the Terrorism Confinement Center (CECOT), the country's maximum-security prison that has received migrants deported from the United States.
Bukele was responding to a post on X by Clinton that was accompanied by an 11-minute video of the PBS Frontline documentary titled: "Surviving CECOT."
"Curious to learn more about CECOT?" she wrote. "Hear Juan, Andry, and Wilmer share firsthand how the Trump administration branded them as gang members without evidence and deported them to the brutal El Salvadoran prison."
'60 MINUTES' POSTPONES SEGMENT ON MIGRANT INMATES FROM EL SALVADOR'S CECOT PRISON
President Donald Trump and El Salvador's President Nayib Bukele. (EZEQUIEL BECERRA/AFP via Getty Images)
The short documentary tells the story of three Venezuelan men — Juan José Ramos Ramos, Andry Blanco Bonilla and Wilmer Vega Sandia — who were deported by the Trump administration to CECOT, a description of the short film states.
All three men were branded by the U.S. government as Tren de Aragua gang members, which they deny.
In response, Bukele said his country was ready to cooperate if Clinton thinks people have been tortured in the notorious prison that houses many of the country's gang members and migrants deported from the U.S.
"We are willing to release our entire prison population (including all gang leaders and all those described as "political prisoners") to any country willing to receive them," he wrote. "The only condition is straightforward: it must be everyone."
FEDERAL JUDGE ORDERS KILMAR ABREGO GARCIA RELEASED FROM ICE CUSTODY
Hillary Clinton criticized the conditions at El Salvador's CECOT prison, prompting a response from the country's President, Nayib Bukele. (Getty Images)
"This would also greatly assist journalists and your favorite NGOs, who would then have thousands of former inmates available for interviews, making it far easier to find additional voices critical of the Salvadoran government (or willing to confirm whatever conclusions are already expected)," added Bukele. "Surely, if these testimonies reflect a systemic reality, a much larger pool of sources should only reinforce the claim, and many governments should be eager to offer protection."
Until then, he continued, El Salvador will continue prioritizing the human rights of the millions of Salvadorans who today live free from gang rule," Bukele said.
Bukele solidified his relationship with President Donald Trump by offering to house certain migrants deported from the U.S. at CECOT. The U.S. has deported Venezuelan migrants deemed to be gang members to El Salvador after their home country refused to take them back.
"Listen to me, boy: cure my twins and I'll adopt you." The billionaire laughed... and the street child only touched them; then a miracle happened..
"Listen to me, boy: cure my twins and I'll adopt you." The billionaire laughed... and the street child only touched them; then a miracle happened...
Richard Vale had everything the world admired: iron gates, private jets, a business empire built on numbers that never slept. His name opened doors. His firm ended wars in boardrooms.
But inside his mansion, silence reigned.
Since the accident, her twins—Evan and Elise—moved through life like fragile glass. Metal splints hugged their legs. Crutches scraped the marble floor. The doctors spoke in careful tones, avoiding words like “never” when they meant exactly that.
No laughing in the courtyard.
No running in the hallways.
Just medical appointments, tests, and a father drowning in guilt he couldn't buy to get out of it.
His wife, Margaret, had grown distant: not cruel, just empty. When she looked at the children, her eyes filled with a sorrow too heavy to speak aloud. When she looked at Richard, there was a question neither of them dared to ask.
Why weren't you there that day?
Then destiny arrived —not in a tailored suit, not in a luxury car.
But barefoot. Thin. Seven years old.
His name was Kai.
A child who slept under park benches and spoke to the sky as if the sky were answering him.
The gala night glittered like a lie. The chandeliers burned brightly. The champagne flowed. The donors smiled with rehearsed pity as the twins were wheeled into the ballroom: symbols of tragedy wrapped in wealth.
Richard smiled all night. He nodded. He thanked everyone.
Until something inside him broke.
He saw Kai near the back —silent, invisible— looking at the twins with an expression that was not one of pity.
And Richard, drunk with pain and arrogance, said the words that would either destroy him… or redeem him.
"Look, kid," she laughed loudly, her voice echoing through the room. "Heal my children and I'll adopt you. How about that? Now that would be a miracle, wouldn't it?"
Some guests giggled. Others froze.
Kai didn't laugh.
He advanced calmly, as if the marble floor belonged to him.
"Can I try?" he asked gently.
The room fell silent.
Richard made a dismissive gesture with his hand.
—Go ahead. Do me a favor.
Kai knelt before the twins. He didn't ask their names. He didn't touch the splints. He didn't say a word anyone would recognize.
She simply closed her eyes… and gently placed her hands on their knees.
The air changed.
Not dramatically. Just… strange. Like the moment before a storm.
So-
Evan's crutch slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a thud.
"I-I... I feel hot," Evan whispered, his eyes wide. "Dad... it doesn't hurt."
Elise stood up.
One step.
Then another.
A collective gasp tore through the room.
Margaret screamed.
Richard couldn't breathe.
The twins stood there—trembling, crying, standing—while the guests recoiled as if witnessing something forbidden.
And Kai?
Kai staggered.
He collapsed.
The doctors rushed toward him, shouting orders. Security panicked. Richard fell to his knees beside the child.
"What did you do?" she demanded, her voice breaking.
Kai smiled weakly.
—I shared.
That night, the tests showed the impossible: nerve activity restored, damage reversed beyond any medical explanation. The twins slept peacefully for the first time in years.
Kai lay unconscious in a private room at the hospital.
And Vivien Vale —Richard's sister— made her move.
He called lawyers. Doctors. Board members.
"It's a fraud," he insisted. "Or it's dangerous. We can't let it stay."
When Kai finally woke up, Vivien was alone by his bed.
"You don't belong here," he said coldly. "Tell me your price. I'll make you disappear."
Kai looked at her calmly.
—I already have a home.
—You live on the street.
—I used to live where I was needed —he replied—. Now I'm here.
Vivien smiled barely, her smile thin and sharp.
—Do you think my brother will choose you over the family name?
That night, Richard gathered everyone together.
To the council. To the press. To the doctors.
And to Kai.
Richard stood in front of them, his hands trembling—not from fear, but from clarity.
"I made a promise," he said. "In public. Cruelly. And a child kept it."
Vivien stepped forward.
—Richard, think about—
"No," he said firmly. "That's what I'm doing."
He turned to Kai and knelt down.
"I don't know what you are," Richard said, his voice rough. "But you saved my children. And I failed mine."
He extended his hand.
—If you accept us… we would like to be your family.
Kai looked at the twins —who were now running, still unsure, but laughing.
Then he nodded.
Years later, people were still arguing about Kai.
Angel.
Medical anomaly.
Inexplicable coincidence.
But Richard Vale didn't care anymore.
Because every night, as I passed by the twins' room, I heard laughter echoing in hallways that once felt like a tomb.
And sometimes… just sometimes… Kai still spoke to the sky.
Only now, the sky seemed to answer him.
