Tell us the story about when they, when you got fingerprinted later on.
After a while they brought us, ah, one by one out of the cell, I know they brought me out to be purportedly fingerprinted. Ah, as I walked down that corridor, one national guardsmen pointed a rifle at my head and as I got to the end of the corridor another put an Army .45 at my temple. And I was going, "What do thin think I'm going to do, try and escape?" And they said, "You've got to be finger printed, nigger." So they steered me to the left over to this little bench where they were fingerprinting people. And I, I remember I started trembling, one officer took my hand and squoze--squeezed it real tight and told me, "Relax your fingers." And I said, "Well ask him to take this gun from my temple, how can I relax? I mean, what do you think I'm John Dillinger or something totally surrounded by all you guys, why the gun to my temple?" And he says, ah "Nigger, I'll show you how to relax," and he put a cigarette out on my hand, and, man, you talk about pain, I never knew that kind of pain existed. Ah, just that little pin-point fire that I felt starting in my hand it almost made me, ah lose consciousness, you know, I went limp the guardsman that had the rifle up to my head sort of grabbed me, and I never really was finger printed.
OK, let's, let's take it up again from when you were pulled out and you were fingerprinted. Ah, truck. Let that pass. OK.
Presently they took us out one by one.
Lets start it again, you know "later in the day they took us--" ok. Lets do it again.
Later on they took us to be fingerprinted and I was taken down this corridor with a young guardsman with a, holding a rifle to my head. And I got to the end of the corridor and this really young kid, looked to be no more than 16, put a .45 automatic to my right temple and I was asked to relax as I was led over to this bench where a police officer grabbed my hand and squeezed it real hard and said "Relax nigger". And I said, "I can't relax, this guys got, why don't you have him take this, ah, gun from my temple. What am I John Dillinger, going to escape? I'm totally surrounded by you guys. I'm cooperating." And he said, "I'll teach you, I'll show you how to relax," and he put this cigarette out right on my hand. And it was just a pinpoint fire that just seemed to shoot right up my arm. I never knew that kind of pain existed. I mean it was excruciating. I lost consciousness almost. I remember the one kid with the rifle. He grabbed me and tried to hold me up. And I never was actually finger printed.