Conscientious Objectors in Prison - Page 5

He was allowed to spend the night at home. In the morning, a Mountie drove him to

Winnipeg.

“When we came into the office, I without handcuffs or anything, the staff was rather surprised, and wondered what I was in for. I was ordered to hang up my coat and take a seat, during which time my Mountie explained what it was all about. After a while I was told by another Mountie to follow him. I was asked to take off my jacket and a number was pinned on my shirt. Then I was asked to sit on a high chair whereupon I was photographed from front and both sides. Then I was sent to another room and my fingerprints were taken. Then I was sent back to the waiting rooms."

“I was there all by myself until about 2:30, when my Mountie came and told me to get ready. We then went to his car and the took me to Vaughan Street. Then he went out and the guard shut the barred doors. I then noticed that I was in jail. I sat down on the bench, with my coat and rubbers on. I didn't think that it was worthwhile to take them off. Nothing happened for some time.”

Then the police brought in a homeless man.  

“So now I was there alone again with the snoring prisoner. Except for changing sides he slept and snored without interruption. At about five o'clock the outside door opened again. Two men came into the office and asked the guard, “What have you got for us today?” The guard open the door to our room. A big policeman walked in and shouted, “Line up!” In an instant the other fellow was on his feet. He put on his cap and coat in a hurry, walked up the policeman and held out his left hand."            

“The policeman put on a handcuff, then looked at me, and in a loud voice said, “You there. Come here!” All this time I sat here and watched, never thinking that I was to be included in this line up. He asked for my right arm, pulled it up to the handcuff, and clamped it on my right hand. I was now handcuffed to this vagrant. The policeman then ordered us to follow him to the bus. He opened the door and told us to get in. Inside were several more policemen and one ordered us to take a seat on the right side of the bus. The seat was rather tight as we had our coats on. I did not feel very good sitting in such a tight spot with this vagrant. However, regardless of how hard I tried to create some distance between us, it was impossible.” [TTbP, 71-78]