they then said "who's peterjones?" i said "that's me." they said "oh, and who are you, big man?"i am steve biko." we were then locked up together in one cell. the next morning we started getting an uneasy feeling because there were now more police, and in a convoy of three cars we sped towards port elizabeth. in port elizabeth was the headquarters of the security police for that region. the building has been converted into a block of flats. steve biko was being brought to his death along this very corridor, and the man poised to fill the void left behind after mandela wasjailed. we were taken up to the fifth floor and we were manacled each to a separate window. one of the senior police, a major, came in and said, now i can confirm that you are officially being detained under section six of the terrorism act. that is the act in which you literally disappear. they separated us. i can only had a chance to shout steve's name and that was the last time i saw steve alive. three weeks and three days later i had just heard a lot of commotion. many, many people singing protest songs, the

they then said who is peterjones? i said that was me. they said oh, and who are you, big man?? he said, i am steve biko. we were locked up together in one cell. we sped towards port elizabeth. police for that region. the building has been converted into a block of flats. mandela wasjailed. to a separate window. detained under section six of the terrorism act. that is the act in which you literally disappear. they separated us. time i saw steve alive. three weeks and three days later i had just heard a lot of commotion. was being filled with many people. from the funeral of steve biko. and that was the first time i heard about the death of steve biko. i went to my mat that was my bed and i just sat there. with... which even today would make me weep at unexpected moments. when he was being restrained. deliberately by the police officers. would go to protect itself. 1000 radio programmes. just go to the online archive. over the river kwai over the second world war. of the suffering of human heroism. 700 miles to jungle, through rocks and we were the means. for almost four years a