Globe and Mail The detectives from the Anti-Terrorism Unit hammered at my gate on the morning of May 26. They demanded to know how I had helped two foreign journalists enter the country. “Don’t waste our time,” one of the three policemen told me menacingly as they ordered me to accompany them to Harare’s Central Police Station. “Don’t act funny. Let’s go. Let’s go now.” I asked for permission to call a lawyer, the renowned human rights lawyer Beatrice Mtetwa. Fortunately, she answered right away. She asked me to describe the detectives, and immediately knew one of them from past experience.