मेरा आजीवन कारावास / माझी जन्मठेप (स्वातंत्र्यवीर सावरकर - काले पानी का ऐतिहासिक संस्मरण)

ground with the claims on their hands and feet. Others offered stern resistance when
shackles were being put on their feet. Others deliberately broke the rule of perfect silence
and kept on talking loudly with one another. Others, again, refused to stand up, when
Barrie would come to see them. Most of them had stopped work. When Mr. Barrie came,
the petty officers announced him as 'Sircar'. Ordinary prisoners, off their guard, would
stand up. But the political prisoners, to a man, firmly sat upon the ground; and it took
three men to dislodge them, each one from his seat and put him on his feet. Mr. Barrie
would not like the exhibition of enforced respect, and he could not continue this
exhibition endlessly. The political prisoners were given no food as retaliation against
their stopping work.
Food stopped or cut down
Some of these were given very scanty food to eat and others were put on conjee
without salt from week-end to week-end. Some skirmishing also began between the
guardians of law and these passive resisters. So there were obvious signs of impending
disaster all about the prison. When the news came to my ears I sent for Mr. Barrie and
warned him to take care. I added, "They are at present only civil resisters. They disobey
the law and you punish them for disobedience. And I don't blame you for that. But if you
are going to punish them in a manner to infringe your own regulations, then these
infuriated young men will not fail to retaliate. They will return
blow for blow
They realise that you will crush them. But they are like vipers. Even a worm
turns; and they will not fail to sting you to the quick before you are able to scotch them.
The responsibility of all this will rest on your petty officers who hammer them, and who
set on each one of them, three of your creatures to pinion them and beat them down. Your
petty officers are cruel, they are bullies and cowards. They abuse and they beat. The
Pathan, the Punjabi, and the Mussalman—they are your agents in this nefarious business.
But, be sure about it, abuse will meet with abuse and blow will meet with blow, before
long. Our political prisoners are up to that game if you would have it. The Pathan and the
Mussulman petty officers will stand aghast when they get such abuses from them—the
choicest abuses, the like of which they may never have heard before. And abuse
invariably leads to blows. And I have already warned you of the consequences; so you
had had better muzzle your men." This warning was not without its effect on Mr. Barrie.
He misrepresented me, all the same, to his superiors as the arch-instigator of the strike,
and of violence that would come in its wake. I had not yet gone on strike myself. For, I
was expecting every day my annual letter from home. I had asked the political prisoners
to wait till they had received their letters. Besides, my letter always contained fuller news
of events in India, and that had afforded to all of us ample matter for discussion later on.
It used to be circulated throughout the prison for perusal by political prisoners. As the
time was near for receiving the letter, I had decided to postpone going on strike till the