Back in 1977, in South Africa, a black liberation leader named Steve Biko was arrested for the final time. While he was in prison, the facts are that he was beaten to death by the cops. The facts, as I say, are not even in dispute. Apparently the government of South Africa couldn't care less. Who knows what happened to Steve Biko. Steve Biko lay in shackles on a urine-sodden mattress. In the solitary section he was made to lie there naked. Given nothing he could wash with, exercise was not permitted. Steve Biko lay in shackles, compliments of Colonel Gusen. Ah, Africa. Port Elizabeth the prison, South Africa the nation. Steve Biko lay in shackles, though his hands and feet were swollen. Ah, in the close interrogation he was beaten like the others. He was put back into shackles, compliments of Colonel Gusen. Ah, Africa. Ah, Africa. He was sick and he was dying, prison doctors came to see him. When the cops spoke to the doctors, they said nothing much is wrong here. Just a short stay in the infirmary, then he's back down to the shackles. On a urine-sodden mattress, compliments of Colonel Gusen. Ah, Africa. Ah, Africa. When they found him in a coma, when the man was clearly dying. He was naked, but they stowed him in the back of a Land Rover. Ah, though a hospital was nearby, it was no part of a prison. So they took him to Pretoria, 750 miles. Ah, Africa. Ah, Africa. There was no one on the journey who could help the man survive it. And the medical equipment was just one bottle of water. Ah, when they reached Pretoria prison, they brought no medical records with them. And they said he might be faking, it's a hunger strike he's staging. Ah, Africa. Ah, Africa. Stephen Biko in Pretoria was laid down upon a mattress, on the stone floor of a prison. And he died a lonely death there. Now the country was South Africa, the victim Stephen Biko. The victim of South Africa, the victim of humanity at the death of Stephen Biko. Ah, Africa. Ah, Africa. Thank you.