…Then we were moving
again, and
this time it wasn’t like driving in a truck. The floor beneath Darryl
and I rocked gently and vibrated with heavy diesel engines and we
realized we were on a ship! We were being taken off America’s shores to
somewhere else, and who the hell knew where that was? Mercifully, we
weren’t on the water for very long. It felt like an hour but it was a
mere fifteen minutes. Then we felt the ship docking, felt footsteps on
the decking, and felt other prisoners being unshackled and carried or
led away. Then they came for us, and carried us again, impersonally,
roughly…
