morning I was suddenly moved to
Pretoria under a strong police escort.
On the Monday I was back in the Old Synagogue where I and 28 others had been acquitted on a charge of treason early the previous year. The case was heard by a magistrate whom I also knew quite will and before whom I had appeared as an attorney on numerous occasions. My advocate Joe Slovo had been confined to
Johannesburg and could not be present.
As I entered the court wearing a laross the crowd rose and greeting me with clenched fists accompanied by shouts of "Amandla" (literally means "strength", but in the context of our slogans it means "political power to the people"). The fact that I was walking into a white man's court in traditional dress symbolised that I carried into that court the past, the history, the culture and the proud heritage of my people. The courtroom was packed to capacity with spectators, Security Branch, among whom was Col.Prinsloo, the head of the Security Branch, and pressmen. Zami was present of course, and I felt inspired and confident. I went up to the prosecutor, greeted him formally and notified him of my intention to ask for a remand. He indicated that he would not oppose my application.
As soon as the case was called I applied for a two weeks remand on the ground that I was due to appear in the Johannesburg magistrate court that morning and that I had been transferred from Johannesburg without being given the opportunity of notifying my attorneys and added that both my attorney and counsel would be appearing in the Johannesburg magistrate court. The trial was