MNCEDISI MAPELA
First of all, Mr Chairperson, the statement taker did not tell me what kind of evidence exactly I was supposed to give.  I was tortured because of Maziza with whom I worked.  We had a tailor at Mgene.  We were part timers there.  We were in different cell groups as an organisation so that if the Government arrested a certain number of cells members, they would not know who the others were.  As the police were looking for Dula Maziza, he took a New Age newspaper that had been banned and left with it from the tailor.  He closed me to close the tailor down.
 The one day I was taken from work at three o' clock.  I only had a shirt on.  It was cold outside.  I asked them to wait for me to go get my jacket.  They said, no, they are going to bring me up immediately.  I said, no, I was going to fetch at least a jersey.  They said that they just wanted to find something out.  It was three of them.  Donald Card, Mbombo and Chikile were the three policemen.  We went to Fleet Street.  When we got there I was put into an office, the office was locked.  I was told to sit down.  They told me to take off my glasses, my watch.  They asked me where Maziza was.  I said I did not know, because we do not stay together, we only worked together.  
 Chikile was standing behind me, Card was sitting at the table.  I said to them you work together as well, but after work you go to your different houses.  Chikile slapped me from behind.  He slapped me so hard such that my right ear is damaged to this day.  I got up, went to him and held him.  I pushed him against the wall.  I did not do anything to him.  I asked him why he had beat me up.  He said nothing.  He got loose, he opened the office door and left.  He came back with a gun and hand-cuffs.  Card then said he must not bring the old hand-cuffs, but they are old ones.  He left again, running.  He brought back these hand-cuffs.  I refused.  Donald Card punched me.  I got a bit dizzy.  That is when they got a chance to hand-cuff me.
 They the put me on top of a table that was as high as this one, very thick table, an antique.  Card, Donald held me at the feet and another one from the top.  Chikile put his knee on my stomach and started choking me on the neck.  He hit me against the table with the back of my head.  I fell on the floor, I lost consciousness.  When I regained my consciousness I tried to get up, but I could not.  They kicked me.  They put me back on the table.  I was taken from three o' clock onto 11 o' clock they were torturing me.  They would put me on the table and torture me.  If you looked on my neck you would think that a dog had beaten me.  I am like this because of Chikile.  He tortured me more than the White man.  
 He was asking me about Gloqo.  I said I did not know nothing about it.  He asked me about ANC.  I said I knew nothing about the ANC.  He beat me up.  My face was swollen, my ears bleeding, my mouth.  I was bleeding everywhere.  When I would spit on the floor they would ask me if I did not see that the floor was polished.  They said that they were going to kill me if I did not divulge.  I told them they must not torture me, but the man with the gun must shoot me, because they were not going to get any information from me.  They said that if the man they were looking for, they would have found, they were going to shoot him.  They were looking for weapons.  They were looking for weapons.