COMMISSIONER
On the day he disappeared, which we incidentally knew nothing about, two Security Branch officers came home, one white and one Indian.  The Indian man was called Chris.  It was a school holiday and I was at home in the outbuilding.  The white man asked me if I knew where my brother Krishna was.  I told them that I didn't know.  He told me in a very sarcastic tone that we would never see him again.  When I asked him what he meant he replied that my brother had fled the country.  It was a great shock to me.  The Indian Security Branch policeman asked me if I too was involved in politics.  I replied in the negative.  He told the white officer that it would be a good idea to put the entire Rabilall along the front wall to face the firing squad.  They both laughed.  Then they took details of each and every member of my family.  Before leaving they reminded me that they would be visiting the family again.