On the airfield I was switched to SC restraints, where I was almost hogtied. I was cuffed by the wrists bent at the waist and squatting with my wrists connected by a chain to shackles on my ankles.

In this cramped position I was hoisted into another steel-lined van that had the factory-installed seatbelts removed. I had no way of maintaining leverage as the convoy raced through traffic with lights flashing and sirens blaring like we were in a high-speed chase. Inside, I was bounced violently off the van’s steel surfaces.

At one point my body slammed into the van’s front wall against my left leg. Something along the length of the lower extremity popped. It felt like a bone broke.