They worked me over a little longer – trying out various brands of tear gas and suspect kicking boots on me – you can’t beat that kind of “in the field” testing - then they spent a half hour pushing me off the tops of file cabinets. I don’t know what that was about. I would have broken down and talked after awhile, but, like I said, they didn't seem to want to know anything. So I confined my comments to the occasional request that they quit it.
