LiTTLE CHERiNE Book 03 - post099
They offered to take out messages for him. Gently he replied that he does not belong to any group. As he was obviously a foreigner, none believed him. Robbie was certain that all of them were planted there by the police.
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Still not interrogated two days later, he was taken from the cell and placed in solitary confinement. The cell was left in complete darkness. Robbie spent the next four days talking to us, not aloud, but in his thoughts, trying to give us courage and passing on some of his ideas and philosophies. The one element that characterised all he said is the gentleness and tenderness he feels, not only for Cherinians, but for all of mankind. He soliloquised about the need for us to keep our hearts open to compassion and empathy for the normal human. He discussed how being locked within the prison of their own skulls leads to fears that turns decent people into committing acts of barbarity.
On the fourth day a very strong light was switched on blinding him. He was collected and taken to a room which was obviously soundproofed.
“You stink kaffir.”
“I know sir, it is unpleasant. I apologise.”
# I’m sorry, I do not have the strength to describe the rest of the meeting. The psychological games they played, the beatings, they are too vivid and painful to describe in detail. Why should we record everything for future generations - I would hope that at some time such things will be forgotten and no longer part of our culture.
When he was dragged back to his dark cell, those of us who are young, thought in our innocence that this was as bad as it can get.
He did not talk to us that night, he only sent us his nightmares and fears, thinking he had betrayed us, had spoken. Slowly his mind returned to normal and with his good memory he recalled his ranting with a wry amusement. He spent hours on trying to contact his healer. Gently but firmly he explained to it that it will only be called upon to do good, healing or prevention of pain so as to help him avoid betraying friends and loved ones. He was also concerned that there might be a Robert and Cherine in this world and that he could end up betraying them.
# I was outvoted, they all want us to write the details, at least as many as we can bear to write. They say it is important that the Cherinians of the future know what our Robert suffered for their sake - and I cannot leave the writing to anyone else. This is my job.
The next day, when he was dragged to the room, there was a young man, slim and tall, blonde with soft, kind blue eyes, and at first some of us, me included, thought he is attractive.
“Robert you look like shit. These policemen, they have no imagination. They think brutality will make anyone talk. You and I, we know it is not true. Have you eaten since they brought you here, did they give you water?”
“I think they wanted me to fast for the sake of my health, sir.”
He chuckled. “You are a strong spirit if you can still joke. I like that. You cannot imagine how tiring it gets to be faced with defiance every time. Fanatics do not realise how boring they are. I will tell them to at least bring you some water, I do not think there is any food available right now.”
“Water will suffice for now sir, I do not think my stomach could handle solid food.”
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The young man left and ten minutes later three men brought in a bucket of dirty water. One of them pulled out his penis and peed into the water. Robbie’s arms were still tied behind his back so they made him kneel by the bucket and with two of them holding his arms and shoulders and the third pressing his face forward he was told, “Here is some water for you kaffir” and then they pushed his face down, holding him under water. They held him like this till his body no longer struggling began to jerk. They pulled his head up and got him breathing again.
One of the men looked in the pail, “Ach man, he did not drink enough. Help him have another drink.” The performance was repeated.
# We all realised that being a Cherinian his body had started at peak health and this will now work against him.
They pulled up a plastic chair and left him sitting there. The young man returned, still kindly smiling.
“They brought you some water?”
“Thank you sir. They were very kind, they also brought me a chair to sit on.”
“Robert, I only want one thing for now from you. Please tell me your other name, it looks bad, makes me look bad when my superiors see my report and I do not even know your name.”
“I chose the name Robert sir as I no longer belong to one family. I have no other name as I am now ‘The Robert’, even Robbie to children. However, I would not like you to look bad. I would be pleased to adopt for your sake any name you wish; perhaps the name Van der Merwe would be acceptable?”
# From our visits we knew this was an Afrikaans name, a name common amongst his torturers and our hearts cried out at his foolish sense of humour, fearing the reaction of the young man.
His eyes still twinkling he pretended to consider it, but white lines to either side of his nostrils showed he was tightly controlling himself. “That might raise a few eyebrows, you would enjoy that wouldn’t you? It would make me look even worse if I entered a false name.”
“Then we are stuck with just The Robert, sir. I am sorry.”
“You may have heard bad things about Security, Robert. Not all you hear is true. We are concerned that you remain healthy. I will be sending someone to examine you and take care of any problems you have.”
“I am certain you will do your best sir, thank you.”
Robbie knew what this meant and called for his healer to help him, but it would not respond. The three same men entered.
“So doctor, how do we check his health?”
“With kaffirs, your best bet is to check their teeth. That will show up any health problems.” Robbie forced his body not to react as it tried to shudder with fear.
The two held him and opened his mouth. The third man looked in at his perfect teeth.
“Hmm, this tooth looks bad. We better get rid of it for him. Hold him tightly, I would not like to slip and pull out his tongue by mistake.”
“It would not really matter if you did doctor, he has nothing to say anyway.”
“You got anything to say kaffir?”
He actually told them what he is wishing for! “A cup of coffee and a cigarette would really be appreciated.”
One of them chuckled, but stopped as the others looked at him.
“We’ll see, maybe after we get rid of any bad teeth.”
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# (Why can’t one of the adults, one of the men write this, why do I have to live though this twice? Oh my poor daddy!!). I’m sorry, I’ve already said I do not want anyone else to write, but the pain is too much sometimes.
Forcing his mouth open the man used pliers to pull out a tooth. Robbie could not help screaming. When they finished they let him have a few minutes.
“So kaffir, not feeling so funny now?”
“No sir. I’ve always been told I have a crazy sense of humour. Guess I’m not that funny.”
“I think he is still not healthy. I better pull out another bad tooth.”
# We were feeling the pain (second hand and not as keenly as him, but still, devastating to us), we had shared the awful sound and feeling in his head that felt like bones were being broken. By now some of us, not only his children and wives, were fighting to close our minds, not able to bear it, crying out.
They pulled out three teeth and Robbie finally fainted. They slapped him till he came around.
“We’ll come back to check your health again later.”
“Thank you, sir.” He gave them a bloody smile and they stared, eyes hard, only one of them looking away.
“I trust they got rid of your bad teeth? Rotten teeth can poison the whole system you know. But then you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes sir, it is covered in basic hygiene. I’m in your debt, sir.”
# At this point Solomon broke down, tears running down his little girl cheeks. “Why does he insist on provoking them?”
# Alki was sitting, his eyes hard, his tears staining his stubbled cheeks, but proud. “Because he is a pallikari! A leventis! He refuses to let them win.”
The young man sat back, crossing his legs, carefully straightening his trousers so that they would not crease.
“Do you like collecting interesting facts Robert? Let me tell you something that came to our attention. It is not secret, you may have read about it in the newspapers. It seems a lot of very sick people in various suburbs have suddenly and miraculously been healed and are now in perfect health.”
Robbie smiled. “That is good news sir. My heart rejoices with you.”
“When questioned as to what happened on the day of their miracle cures, they all had one thing in common. It happened at about the time that a black man came to ask for work. They also made the comment that he did not appear to really seem interested in getting work. He did not plead for work, he did not tell them how he does not have food as normal blacks do.”
“It sounds as if this man has a sense of dignity, sir.”
“Dignity is a luxury.”
“To some it means more than life, sir.”
“I did not tell you the strangest part of the story. From their description of the man, he has a British accent and he looks just like you.”
“Then it must have been me sir.”
“Ahh.” He looked pleased. “So you admit it?”
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“Nobody asked me before sir. I would not have lied about it.”
“Are you telling me that you will not volunteer information, but you will answer specific questions?”
“I only said I do not lie sir. What I do is nothing to brag about, but it is not shameful.”
“Would you then explain?”
“I had a gift sir, I was able to feel the pain in others, especially children. When I felt their pain something in me would reach out and heal them.”
“Why white people though?”
“I cannot ignore pain sir, pain of people of any race is exactly the same. You are asking perhaps why I chose to go amongst white people to cure them?”
“That is of interest to me.”
“If I cured only people of my race I would have been seen as a witchdoctor, a sangoma. All I would have achieved is the curing of the sick. By deliberately choosing to cure whites I felt I would achieve far more. Perhaps the odd white would think on it and realise how foolish it is to hate a man or woman because of the colour of their skin. Any reduction of fear or hate will make this world a better place to live in.”
“Why don’t you just tell the complete truth. You were sent to our country to exercise your gifts on white people only so that the foreign media could make our government look ridiculous. The true purpose was not the healing of our people, was it, you were here to help generate propaganda against the whites of this country. I think Robert you are a subtle kind of terrorist, instead of using bombs, your weapon is ridicule and stirring up hatred under the guise of doing good.”
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I hope you enjoy reading this story of fantasy, adventure and love - and should some of it be true for our reality, I hope you will love our Cherine.
Αλέξανδρος Ζήνον Ευσταθίου
(Alexander Zenon Eustace)9th November, 2019
* posted : 9th November, 2019
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