The Mandolin and the Magneto
The Mandolin and the Magneto It was such a simple thing, just a four-foot length of piano wire with aloop at one end and a hook at the other. For the nineteen-year-old black girlthey had captured that morning, this simple device was about to take her tohell. She'd been brought to the interrogation hut on the edge of the police compoundat noon. Stripped naked, her ebony skin gleaming with sweat, she now stoodastride, the muscles in her long, beautiful legs trembling and quivering withthe strain...