"I have only one word in my head and that is 'Mansei!'"
I personally, one day in Korea, saw the Japanese gendarmes come for a Korean girl. She was one of the most popular girls in the American Methodist Missionary School.
It was the common custom for Japanese officials to come and take Korean girls out of these schools, without warning, without warrants, without words, and carry them off to prison.
Often the girl was not even permitted to say good-by to her American teachers or to write a word to her parents.
"They are not even permitted to supply themselves with toilet articles," said the matron to me that day.
On this day, six big, brutal, ugly faced, animal-like Japanese officers came for this beautiful girl.
The missionary women wept as the girl was dragged away. The girl waved good-by.
It was a sight never to be forgotten; one of those Flash-lights of Freedom, which burned its way into my soul with the hot acid of indignation. This injustice and indecency in the treatment of a pure girl made my blood run hot in my veins.
The look on her face I shall never forget. It was such a look as the martyrs of old must have had when they died for their faith.
"Good-by! Good-by! Give my love to Mary and Elizabeth!" she cried to the missionary woman standing by, helpless to assist her. These two names were children of the missionary home; children whom this Korean girl had learned to love as she lived in this American home.