UNKNOWN
Yes.   On the 1st of May 1986, it was Workers' Day.   At night people were taken out of their houses to march around, to sing around.
 In the morning they were taken to the stadium and there was a meeting.   Thereafter we heard that there was a burnt policeman and took it for granted.  We did not consider it in depth.
 At night police came to our house, looking for my brother, Boy Bizo.   They knocked at night and I asked, who are you?   They said, you kaffir bitch, do not ask us, what our names are.  Open the door.  The police outside said we will throw the teargas.
 And they finally gained entrance and they looked for him and they got hold of him and they took him with.  They started assaulting him right in between the dining room and the kitchen.  He was so shocked that they would just hit him and throw him up on the ceiling and immediately after that he was blind, he could not see and bleeding profusely.   He could not walk.
 The police I would never forget in my life is Kruger, David Kruger and Mr Stole.    Stole threw thetear gas in the kitchen.  
 There are trees along the fence outside.  They took my brother with.
 The following day we went to charge.  And they said they do not know any person by that name.  We got home.  I looked for Master.  I found him.   I told Master that we cannot locate Boy.    
 Anyway, we went back.  They harassed us.  The police would come and knock and then insisted that we should open the door, we completely refused and I told him you can do whatever you want to do, we are not going to let you gain entry into our house.   
 I was not asleep and some of the people in the house were sleeping and they gained entrance.  I was in my night dress.  They tried to strip off my night dress and I was struggling for them not to get anything that they wanted.  They left.
 And there was a sister by the name of Sister Kate.  She came and asked what have you done?   What is happening?  They said they will help by all means possible and they got and Attorney from the ANC office by the name of -  in Johannesburg.
 After two months or so -    The police, the boers harassed us during that period.   They will often come home and harass us.
 They came this particular day, a Saturday.  They took my groceries and just after buying that.  They took tea and every item of the groceries with them.
 Before they dragged him with the Hippo I went to the police station to go and see him.  I saw a group of people looking and one boy came to me and said, do not come close.  And I said no, I am here to see my brother and I have some food for him.   Little did I know that the poor boy was helping me, because whatever was taking place in that group of people that I could not see clearly, was my brother and they had tied him on his waist and they were assaulting him on the Hippo and they will lift him up and threw him down on his head and will crack his head down and torture him in that manner.
 I was taken to the taxi and they told me to go back home.
 He disappeared for some time and yet, we discovered after some time that he was dragged by the Hippo and they left him next to a bottle store.  
 Every morning we used to go and sign at the police station, before we go to work and late in the afternoon we will go back to the police station and sign.  That was routine.   
 Until we discovered and located him.  We managed to bail him and ANC was of help.   
 We would go to the court of law and we will see other people coming in and out, but we never saw my brother and 
I had to ask, where is my brother.  They said that my brother was held like a baby, like this.   That he could not walk.  That is the reason why he was held in that manner.  He could not even talk and we ask if we could bail him.  They refused.
 However, the lawyers, the attorneys intervened and thus we managed to bail my brother.   
 But he could not walk.   He could not even talk at the time.
 Dr Nana who was not so far away from the police station examined him.   He did say that he was affected mentally.   He had amnesia suddenly after all those tortures.  He will lose his memory.
 We kept going to the court up until we got to Pretoria, the court of law.   At that point we were lost.  We did not know what to do and which direction to go.