A Prisoner in China True Story — Geoffrey Bull

And for the three years that I was kept by the Chinese Communists, one of the features of my imprisonment was this, that I was deprived of my Bible. But when I was released, I was handed back a copy of the Holy Scriptures which they kept for all that time, and how wonderful it was to read again from God's precious Word.

Jesus Announces Liberty for Captives

And so tonight we want to hear, first of all, the inspired Word of Scripture, and I'm going to read to you a portion concerning our Lord Jesus Christ in the fourth chapter of Luke. And we shall begin to read at the fourteenth verse.

And Jesus returned in the power of the Spirit into Galilee. And there went out of fame of him to all the region round about. And he taught in their synagogues, being glorified of all. And he came to Nazareth, where he had been brought up, and as his custom was, he went into the synagogue on the Sabbath day, and stood up for to read.

And there was delivered unto him the book of the prophet Isaac. And when he had opened the book, he found the place where it was written, The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor.

He hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set up liberty for them that are bruised, to preach the acceptable year of the Lord.

And he closed the book. And he gave it again to the minister, and sat down. And the eyes of all them in the synagogue were fastened on him. You're going to hear a story tonight. May you see beyond the story to the Savior, to the great emancipator and liberator of the captives.

And may your eyes be fastened on him. Amen. Now it was in the year 1947 that I left the shores of England, and went with my fellow worker, Mr. Patterson of Scotland, away across the seas to the great country of China.

We arrived at the great port of Shanghai there on the east coast, and we spent about a week there. And after the week had gone by, and our affairs had been attended to, we went down late one night, down to the quayside, and there boarded a river steamer, crammed with near Chinese people between its decks, went up the gangplank, and through the dear ferret there, down into a little cabin that had been reserved for us.

A very tiny, poorly lit little place. We put our baggage in it, and we sat down on the bus. For us, a most special moment. For years before, our hearts had been turning towards the land of Tibet. We'd been praying, we'd been studying, we'd been hoping and longing that the call of God, born in our bosom by the Holy Spirit, might be fulfilled.

And that we, as young men who would follow Christ, might plant the standard of the Lord Jesus in the forbidden fields of the Central Asian Plateau, even in the hearts of those darkened people, the Tibetans and the Chinese.

And so we sat on the little bunk, and our hearts were bowed in prayer. For after all, who were we? That we should enter Tibet where others have failed to enter. So we prayed and looked to God, for indeed our sufficiency is of God, who is able to make us able ministers of the New Testament.

Without Him, we could do nothing. And so in that very special moment, we cast ourselves upon our God, and looked to the far West that He might take us there. And as on that rather special evening, we so bowed, a dear brother in Christ who'd come to see us off, a Mr. Conrad Bear, some of you may know him, he began to sing in his very beautiful voice a prayer of dedication to Christ.

And this is what he sang, King of my life, I crown thee now. Thine may the glory be, lest I forget thy form, crowned brow, lead me to Calvary. God was to answer his prayer. For as the years went by, I was to find myself in a dark Tibetan cell away in the border country.

And that refrain was to recur in my memory, and bring me to a fresh moment of consecration to the Lord Jesus Christ. And so the time passed, and during the succeeding year, we crossed the whole land of China, away up the Yangtze River, away to the far West, way to the Tibetan tablelands.

We arrived at a little town of Kanding, situated some 8 ,000 feet above sea level, and after some preliminary studies and contacts with some of the Tibetan people, we pressed on a further three to four hundred miles deep into the plateau, until we came to a little village called Bo.

And there we made a kind of base, before we actually passed on into the land of Tibet itself, into Lhasa controlled territory. From that point, my fellow worker made a journey across Southeast Tibet, under the permission of the Lhasa government.

I also gained a permit, and I made my journey somewhat later. But whilst there, I lived in a little log cabin in that remote spot behind the ranges, and for me it was an unusual experience, to be alone for so long amongst the heathen people, to be without others who could speak my language, really.

And just to be a lone ambassador in that uttermost country, for the Lord. And I remember at evening time, the little log cabin where I was living, the dear Tibetan people would come down, perhaps from the grasslands or from the forest, or up from the village, or from cutting the wood in the woods.

They'd come down there, to the little log cabin in which I was living, and sit around the fire. And their fire, and the fire of the cabin would light up their faces, these rugged men and women, dressed in their big sheepskin gowns, their tousled hair and rugged faces.

And I'd look across the firelight at them, men and women for whom Christ died, and we'd talk, and talk. And then I might put on the grammar phone, and you know they'd ring out one of those old gospel hymns in that tremendous city, way behind the mountain, to this people that had never heard the name of Jesus, many of them.

And how much it would mean to me, just to hear some of the old hymns ring out in that place, a hymn like this, I'd rather have Jesus, than silver or gold. I'd rather have Jesus, than riches untold. I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land.

I'd rather be led by his nail-pierced hand. And I come back from the solitudes of Tibet, and from the solitary confinement of the communist prison, and I feel, after returning from that arid wilderness, from those places where our Lord Jesus Christ is despised, where God is not known, I feel so much that we should make the consuming passion of our souls, the living God and Jesus Christ whom he has seen, that for us to live, it should be Christ, to die, gain.

That we should have ringing in our hearts the aspiration of the psalmist, one thing of thy desire of the Lord, that will I seek after. That I might dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord.

And to inquire into his temple. And so from that point, I passed on, with a permit from the Lhasa government, a wonderful answer to prayer, that I too might cross their territory to India. And with this permit, I managed to cross the upper reaches of the Yangtze, known as the Golden Sand River, and penetrate to the high mountain town of Markham Ghatot, situated some 14 ,000 feet above sea level.

I lived there and sought to witness during the following two months or so, but the days were tense. News would come through the mountains that the communist armies of China were mounting, that they were preparing to invade the land.

And so it was, in October 1950, that across the upper reaches of the Yangtze, they poured. Defeated the Tibetans defending the river, and coming up the valleys and over the passes to flood across the grasslands.

They finally took over that little mountain town in which I had been witnessing, and hoisted the red flag of People's China to the flag post. And all Tibetan troops in the area were compelled to surrender.

Captivity and the Sovereignty of God

It was in such a setting then that I was made captive, in the course of a ministry amongst the Tibetan people. Just inside the land, although hundreds of miles deep into the plateau, with great hopes of going to Lhasa, and then in a moment somehow everything changed.

Very soon after the takeover, I was summoned by the Chinese authorities to appear before one of their officers. He told me that I must take all my belongings over into a little mud house nearby. I did what he said.

But when I came into the little house, I found that it was full of soldiers in their yellow uniforms. And then one of them said to me, he said, you can't go outside this building except you go with one of us.

And I heard the word, and they sank down into my heart. Then of course I realized what they meant. It meant that I was their prisoner. And so that evening, away on the roof of the world, behind the ranges, hundreds of miles from the outside world, I lay down to sleep amidst the soldiers in that mountain town.

Looking back, we can only say how good God is. For he shielded from my eyes that there were to be as many as 1150 or more evenings before I'd be free again. We can say truly God holds the key of all unknown.

And I am glad if other hands should hold the key or he entrusted it to me, I might be sad. How wonderful a thing it is to know that the hands that were pierced for us at Calvary hold us for eternity. And so I was brought down by armed guards during the following days until I was brought to a rear headquarter town called Batang.

Now this city of Batang had outside its walls a great big fort. And I was now taken by the guards to this big fortress with its battlements, its big thick walls and flat roof and the two cannons at its entrance.

And I was marched in and upstairs and there interviewed by a young Chinese communist commander. He seemed a very definite sort of personality. He struck me somehow as rather ruthless in his dealing with the situation.

And he determined in his mind in a very short while that he considered I was a spy. The result was that he called the guard and I was taken downstairs and I was brought to what was a kind of dungeon underneath the fort.

Well we came to the dark door and I was hustled across the threshold. And then the door slammed and I heard a little padlock click. And I realized I was shut in in that dark dirty little room underneath the central buildings of that great fort away in that Tibetan border country.

You can understand something of my feelings as I sat there in that cell. I found an old door that had been torn off its hinges and thrown across some saddles. And there I sat upon it. All around was the darkness and the gloom of the place.

How lonely it suddenly seemed. I could see a little light. There were windows but they were covered with woodwork and dirty paper. But I saw a little light because away along the corridor I could see some sunshine coming down between the buildings.

I could see a guard with his gun outside. And so there I sat. It was a room without floorboards. Just the earth. Just the sandy floor. Well as I sat and pondered the whole matter. It seemed to me as if God had taken everything away.

I seemed to feel like Job. In a moment for him the tribesman came down from the hills and swept away his oxen and his cattle and his sheep. And then the whirlwind came and struck the corners of his house.

And seven boys and three girls passed into eternity. His health gave way. His wife became estranged. He sat in deepest distress, afflicted and alone. And I feel I felt something like that. As if God had suddenly taken from me my liberty.

Snatched me away as it were in his sovereignty. From the sunshine of the hills so that I must now pass my hours in the darkness of a cell. It seemed to me that my work had gone. And I was alone. Unable to talk to any really.

And there in the cell just kicked behind locked doors like some criminal. And all my heart just oh felt the pressure as it seemed of his mighty hand bearing upon my soul. And I began to ask myself do you really love the Lord Jesus now?

More than your loved ones? Do you really? Do you really love the Lord Jesus more than freedom? Love him more than life? My mind went back to a prison scene in the old day. When Paul sat in the prison and he wrote one of his letters.

And this is what he said. In that vile Roman dungeon this is what he wrote. He wrote I count all things but love. For the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord. I felt could I say the same.

Oh how far away I'd seen from that standard. Yes God it seemed had taken everything away. But dear friend sometimes God allows everything to be taken from us. It's because he wants to become everything to us.

And so it is that he begins to show us our poverty. And the exceeding riches of his grace. He begins to make us realize in the lonely place of crisis. That we aren't the people that we think we are. And as I pondered about it all.

You know I did the only thing that any one of us can do. When God seems to take away the curtain from our heart. And puts his finger into the recesses of our soul. And shows us our motives and our poverty.

And our sin. I knelt down on the dusty floor very broken. And I wet my way afresh to the cross of Jesus. For surely there is nowhere else to go. For when the Lord marks iniquity who shall stand. When the heavenly father scourges who shall heal.

But the Lord Jesus. And so kneeling in the dust there. God at his feet. I blurted out a prayer that I never thought as a Christian. I could ever say. This was the prayer. Father I have sinned. And am no more worthy.

But you know as I prayed there. It seemed to me that my heavenly father came running down from his great high mansion in the heavens. And put his everlasting arms around me in his mighty love. And drew me so that all was changed.

As if his great words came ringing again to me. Bring forth the best robe and put it on him. God's bed in a prison cell yes. For it's in such a place that he brings us near to the saviour. Such a place where he brings us love.

And having brought us afresh to Jesus pierced feet. Poured in the healing waters of his grace. And oh I rose from my knees and walked up and down that dusty floor. With a fresh sense of his forgiveness.

With a renewed consciousness of his pardon. With his own joy and peace flooding the soul. So that as a poet has once said. A light shined in the cell. Turned to gold the iron bars. Opened windows to the stars.

Pleased to bear sentinel. Oh how he changes things. And my mind went back to a little room. From three years or so before. A dimly lit little cabin on the rim of FEMA. And how we'd sat on the bunk. And how we'd prayed.

And then how someone had sung. And now in the dark cell. My mind recalled the words. And walking up and down in the dust of the cell. And pulling my old Tibetan gown around me for the cold. I began to sing perhaps as I had never sung in all my life.

King of my life. I crown thee now. Thine may the glory be. Lest I forget thy thorn crowned brow. Lead me to Calvary. Dear people here tonight. You may have gone many years with the savior. I wonder how far you've gone with him.

You may feel you know many things. God's word says if any man thinketh he knoweth anything. He knoweth nothing yet as he ought to know. Some of us may feel that we've become somebody. You know God's word says if any man thinketh himself to be something when he is nothing.

He deceiveth himself. And some of us may think we can stand. Stand? Oh I come back from communist prison. Where strong minds begin to go and strong wills begin to bend. Do you think you can stand? Oh God says if any man thinketh he standeth.

Take heed lest he fall. It may be that in the light of the love of God at Calvary. There should be a reassessment of your spiritual life. It may be after all you're not the person that you think you are.

It may be that you need to come back to Calvary after all. And kneeling a fresh prostrate in the dark. Pour out your soul to him who loved you. And rising with a renewed sense of his grace and pardon.

Crown him Lord and King. In every particular in a way perhaps you've never done before. But wherever God is to uphold us. We can be sure Satan is there to resist us. And I found now that an official came along and he said to me.

He said we've caught various of you foreign people. He said we're going to give some of you three years imprisonment. Some of you 10 years he said and some of you we're going to execute. Now he said you better start thinking what you've done against the people.

We are sending you down to Chongqing. Well at Chongqing there was the people's court. That fierce organ by which so many went to their doom. Following the revolution in China. Well I went back to my cell and I pondered.

Supposing they do take me out into the hill and shoot me. My parents don't even know where I died. Oh suddenly it seemed impossible. It seemed that I was just holding on to my life now. Let me live for Christ.

But to die. I seem strangely disinterested now in martyrdom. To die. Oh I'd gone to bed. I suppose the spirit of my going had been like Peter's. I will lay down my life for thy sake. But now the word of the Lord Jesus came back in a similar way.

Wilt thou lay down thy life for my sake. Wilt thou. Oh dear friends I sat on the old door again and I pondered and I pondered. I knelt in the dust again and I wondered. To die. And all the battle rage.

To days it seemed interminable in prayer and a wrestle. I oughtn't to be afraid. But all the turmoil and the dread that filled the heart. I was holding on to the life that God had given. Which Christ would come to redeem.

Daily Surrender and Victory Over Fear

You see those of us who are Christians here. Well like Abraham we've stepped out of Ur of the Chaldees. And launched out into a life of faith at the call of God. There has been that initial surrender of the soul into the hands of Jesus Christ.

And we've acknowledged him as Lord and Saviour. That is the beginning. The initial surrender. But the initial surrender must be implemented in the particular surrender of every day. And this is what I found now.

Here suddenly was raised an issue. Would Christ be victorious? And oh as I knelt there and thought of him. As his love worked the miracle. For he had given his life for me. You know my hand uncut. And I found my life flowing out to the Lord Jesus.

In this great thing. That whether I lived or whether I died. I was the Lord. My life was made with Christ in God. It will be all the way. And you know the peace of God which passes all understanding. Began to fill my heart.

And the fear of death subsided. And the turmoil receded. The Lord was triumphant. In the prison. In the face of death. I had been afraid. But his calm had come. He had proved himself my resurrection. And my life.

You see Jesus never fails. And I remembered afterwards a little chorus. That we used to sing in the Bible class days. I'd been so afraid that they might take me out into the hills and shoot me. But now the victory was over.

And there came afterwards this little chorus to mind. Out there amongst the hills. My saviour died. Pierced by those cruel nails. Was crucified. Lord Jesus thou hast done all this for me. Henceforward I would live only for thee.

I believe today what the saviour longs for in your heart and mine is this. That we should kneel in the dust. In the very reality of submission. That we should unclasp our hand and allow our life to go to him in every particular.

In the very reality of surrender. That we should be doers of the word. And not hear only. I believe in these early days of solitary confinement. That God blessed in this way. So that when I now came to face the brainwashing as it's known in the press.

I might be fortified in my soul. Strengthened in my inner man by his spirit. For I was now taken down after the seven weeks in this solitary confinement and filthy cell. I was taken down now by armed guard down to those beautiful mountains.

Six weeks very hazardous and arduous journey. A way down to the city of Chongqing in West China. And there my period of solitary confinement was prolonged until one whole year had passed. Now this first year of solitary confinement was what the Chinese communists call the self-conscious period.

That's a translation from the Chinese and it means really the voluntary period. Now I must explain that in a communist country we have a government that is resting on a clear-cut and defined belief. And this means that if you're a heretic in that state philosophy.

Then of course your activity if you're not careful can very easily be interpreted as in the direction of treason. In other words if you don't believe what the government say. The possibilities are that in a crisis you won't do what the government say.

Thus a person who is a Christian and is militant in evangelism in China. If he goes beyond as it were the limits set by the state for church meetings and church activity. He can be viewed if he is too successful.

I believe as undermining the belief in the government in the minds of the people. And it's this kind of thing which means that a person is viewed not just as a religious fanatic. But as subversive. Because if you touch that thing on which the government rests.

If you tell the people that what they're believing in the word of the government is a lie. That is diametrically opposed to the word and revelation of God. Then of course the time will come when such a government will can maintain that your outlook and your activity.

Is prejudicial in the minds of the people to confidence in the regime. And thus it is that every person who's taken prisoner. He not only has to be punished for what he's done real or imaginary against the state.

But his mind has to be reconditioned. His thought reorientated in order that if he ever is released again. He will spontaneously do and say what the government wants him to do and say. Otherwise there's no hope of release normally speaking for the prisoner.

Otherwise you go out and be subversive again. And so the government resting on a clear-cut and defined belief in Marxism. Has this system of indoctrination. Whereby those who transgress and are viewed as subversive elements.

Are to have eradicated from their minds all their past beliefs contrary to Marxism. And be thoroughly indoctrinated in this new teaching. And thus they may later on find a place in the regime. Or at least in what they call a reform through labor camp.

And so as a Christian coming into this period of self-conscious thought reform as it's called. Given a period of solitude to think over things. And at the same time during that period brought under severe pressure by the authorities.

As a Christian you gradually realize that this is not a political issue after all. But a spiritual one. That there are forces behind the forces. And powers behind the powers. And so the battle was joined.

During that period as I read and perused part of their material. I was very severely interrogated. Sometimes several times in a day. Sometimes early into the morning through midnight and after night by night.

I was threatened very much with death. I began to wonder if they took me out into a big room and made me listen there to some, to one of these great big mass meetings outside where men are shouted to their doom before the thousands.

The accusation meetings, a feature of the purge days. As they made me listen to that and said one day we'll prepare a meeting like that for you. If you don't yield. As I used to sit in my cell and perhaps one of the officials would come in and say a young man like you fancy waiting to die.

As they told me unless you give in you will in the end unquestionably be shot. As I saw they were very convinced that I was involved in espionage. It seemed to me that perhaps I should never be free again.

As one of them said to me you'll be a very fortunate man if your body ever goes beyond the soil of China. I used to sit on the little bed in the narrow room of eight or nine feet square with the windows pasted over with paper outside to prevent my viewing out.

I used to sit there and wonder how the last morning might come. Wonder how I might face that grey dawn when perhaps in some back courtyard a firing squad would come. Many must have been praying for me in those critical days.

For I remember how wondrously God helped me to go through from day to day living in such a crisis and under such tension. It seemed like some adventure story of my boyhood days. But what a reality it was.

And there sitting I wondered how the last morning would dawn and what I should do, whether I should pray, whether I should preach. But at last I decided I'd sing, sing one of the songs of Zion a token of the Christian's triumph in the face of day.

And as I went through some of the lovely old hymns I came across another little chorus of those bible class days away back in England. And I decided that I would sing as best as I could remember that little refrain, Some golden daybreak, Jesus will come.

Some golden daybreak, battle's all done. He'll shout the victory, shine through the blue. Some golden daybreak for me, for you. I sat in a cell and listened to the man next door speaking out loud. I put my ear to the wall in my solitude and listened.

And this is what I heard a man crying once. I'm going to be executed he cried. You can't forget that kind of voice and cry. That I just sat in my cell and heard such a sound. Oh how it could go through you, how it could haunt you.

But I want to simply testify to you that as a Christian on the brink of the grave, Deep down in my heart it meant everything to me to know that I had peace with God. Through faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.

I wonder if you have peace with God. That when you come to the great beyond and the fringes of eternity. When you stand before the portals of death that claim every living soul. Will you be able to face it with calmness?

Not because of a false kind of fortitude. But because you know that through the work of Christ, through his sacrifice for sin. Because you trust in such a savior. God is going to welcome and receive you by his dear faith.

And thus you're at peace with God. Is it like that with you? You can't trifle with death. It's too sure. May God grant that you will kneel in the dust tonight. And relax your grip on the life that you have.

And allow your whole being, spirit, soul and body to be placed in the hands of the Lord Jesus. For his probation, for his molding, for his life eternal. And then, when the dark day dawns, it will be for you a golden daybreak and an abundant entrance into the presence of the living God.

Thus it was for me in those days of trial that the peace of God meant so much to my heart in the face of death. Some little words came to my mind at that time and sum up really something of the thoughts of my heart.

Thou art my resurrection, Lord. My soul, begotten through thy word, shall rise with glorious body found. To greet thee at the trumpet sound. And so the months passed by. The interrogations abated. The threats subsided.

Marxist Materialism and Christian Faith

But then suddenly, at about half past six one morning, I was taken out quickly into a jeep and motored away into the countryside out Chongqing. Everything seemed very drastic. I was being taken to a great big grey prison away in the mountains.

As we came to it, I could see the little windows along the upper wall, seven bars in each. I was taken down and into the prison, past a prisoner there, being held by the guards in chains and handcuffs.

Into the entrance, past a battery of Tommy guns being held by numerous soldiers. And after a brief interview with the governor, taken to a lonely room away in the far corner of this great prison. Between three and four hundred people were there.

Being punished, but more especially being reformed. Being reconditioned to the new society. Here they could possibly be allowed any measure of freedom again. I began to read something of the material that was now set before me.

I found it was Marxist. That is to say, it followed that line of philosophy propounded by Karl Marx in the 19th century in Germany. And the core of that teaching is this. They believe that the universe is basically material.

And that all things of spirit and mind, energy and thought are derived and emanate from material alone. How diametrically opposed to the Christian faith. For we believe in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.

We believe that by him and for him they consist. We believe that they are for his pleasure and for his glory. We believe that God is, we believe that God is spoken. We believe that God can be known through the Lord Jesus Christ.

We believe that things material are but the creation of the almighty and eternal spirit, the living God. And thus I found that permeating all their booklet. There was this fierce pernicious streak of satanic inspiration against the living God.

Thus the spiritual conflict was intense. I walked up and down my room and then one day I heard a sound. You know when you're in solitude to hear a sound is a very wonderful thing. You're deprived of speaking and conversation but to hear the sound say of the wind through the trees.

To hear the sound of a bird in the branches. Or to hear even the sound of a man working. All these things are most precious. But this day I heard a different sound. I heard a man singing. And you know as I heard him singing I recognized the tune it wasn't Chinese.

And when the God had gone away and ceased to peer through the doorway at me. I put my ear to the floorboard and there to my amazement. There came up through the floorboards the precious sound of a man singing.

I heard the word. I recognized the tune. It was in English. He was singing in that place where they wouldn't let you read the word of God. Where if you bowed in prayer they'd come in and make you lie down.

Where if the name of Jesus was spoken someone would shout out in back for me. The dear man was singing in that cell underneath half underneath the ground. He was singing onward Christian soldier. Marching as to war with the cross of Jesus.

Going on before. I hadn't heard the name of Jesus in English for about 10 months. It was very precious. I suppose in that little experience I began to enter in at least in some measure. To the reason as to why it is that through all eternity we shall be so satisfied.

With that most excellent and wonderful name. It means God the Savior. Oh is the name of Jesus precious to you? Or is it so familiar that you speak it without reverence? Or hear it without immersion? The name of Jesus it shall fill all the myriads throughout all heaven for all ages.

All that our souls might rise in the wonder of the Christ. And be so occupied with him. So filled with the Savior that out of the abundance of our heart. We shall begin to speak and spread his fame. Abroad and so the fight was on.

That was it. God and Satan. Light and darkness. Christ and the Spirit of Antichrist. Oh no wonder we should sing their onward Christian soldiers. That's the age long conflict. There are no other fundamental issues.

There is the great divide. On which side do we stand? And if we stand on Christ's side do we fight under his banner? Are we going forward? It's hard in a communist prison. You're not asked to stand there.

It may be you're asked to stand just in your family. Asked to stand just where you were. That's where it is. Standing there and so the months went on again. And the coercive period began. Which is very difficult to describe.

Because not only have you now behind you the softening of the year of solitude. But now the other men are brought in. Other prisoners are brought in. It means that you're placed with other so-called counter-revolutionaries.

You feel you might have something to say to them. They might have something to say to you. But actually you find that gradually there can be no personal confidence. There can be no personal trust. For the simple reason that these men are placed.

Most of these men are put there. They've been told that if you'll break a resisting prisoner. Then your sentence might be reduced. Most of these men are men who've come over to the communist side in the prison.

And are now being given an opportunity to break down another prisoner. One to show their sincerity. Two to gain merit. And so you find here a fearful situation arises. There may be hours in the interrogation courtroom.

But it will be followed by hours in the cell itself. Under a so-called progressive cell leader. Where he leads these other men against you. And so through harassing and provocation. Shouting and raving.