“Our beards,” Joseph interjects, “Are also a sign ofmembership in the Brotherhood Council.”“Well! We’ll council you when not <strong>to</strong> wear them!”Another shouts belligerently. Rough hands seize thefour and amid a barrage of profanity, their beardsare shaven and their hair cut. Tearful and demoralizedthey arrive in Fort Lewis, dreading whatawaits them.*At this juncture the quartet sings three verses of“Mein Eifer tut mich dringen.” It expresses believers’devotion for Christian Community, and sorrowthat the ideals of peace, love and brotherhood continue<strong>to</strong> be so foreign <strong>to</strong> humankind.At the military camp, David Hofer asks <strong>to</strong> speak <strong>to</strong>the Lieutenant Commander and shows him a documentstating their membership in the HutterianBrethren Church. He explains the church’s standagainst taking an oath, violence and wearing a militaryuniform. The commander insists that theymust obey orders, just like all the others. Whenthey refuse <strong>to</strong> don the uniforms and appear fordrill practice, they are placed under arrest. Threeweeks later, they are brought before a court martial,where they are permitted <strong>to</strong> affirm <strong>to</strong> speakthe truth.“Do you ever fight with your fists?” The prosecu<strong>to</strong>rdemands. “What would you do if a manattacked your sister?”Their sentence of thirty-seven years is reduced <strong>to</strong>twenty. Chained hand and feet <strong>to</strong> each other, twoby-two,they are taken even farther west <strong>to</strong> theprison at Alcatraz in the Bay of San Francisco,escorted by four armed officers.This is where they spent the next four months, thehottest of the year. The first twenty-four hours theywere given half a glass of water. Because theyrefused <strong>to</strong> wear the military uniform, they woreonly very light clothes. Alcatraz lies below sea levelso they slept without bedding chained by the ankles<strong>to</strong> each other on the cold, wet cement floor. Fornine hours each day, their hands were forciblyraised above their heads and chained crosswise <strong>to</strong>the iron bars of their cells. This meant that theycouldn’t even defend themselves against the mosqui<strong>to</strong>esand other insects.When they still refused <strong>to</strong> don the uniform, theywere placed in solitary confinement. On Sundaythey were brought <strong>to</strong> the upper level and permitted<strong>to</strong> walk around the enclosed compound with theother prisoners, one of whom exclaimed with tearfuleyes, “Is this the way <strong>to</strong> treat human beings?”The brothers’ arms were terribly swollen and theywere covered with a ghastly rash.Several weeks of regular meals alternated withbread and water. They were beaten so severely withiron rods that Michael once fell down, unconscious.There were many tears, sighs and brokenprayers. One brother once overheard anotherpleading, “O Almighty God of heaven and earth!”*At this juncture the Buben, young men sing Verses1 and 9 of “O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden” (OSacred Head Now wounded).On November, the four Hutterian brothers aretransferred <strong>to</strong> a military prison in FortLeavenworth, Kansas. Again, under the militaryescort of six armed officers, they are chained <strong>to</strong>each other hands and feet for the long train ride offour nights and five days. Arriving at the camp inthe evening, the officers compel them up the incline<strong>to</strong> the military prison, goading them with bayonetprods amid loud shouts, “As if they were chasinghogs.” Their arms chained <strong>to</strong>gether, each brothercarried a bag in the other hand; their Bible and apair of shoes under one arm.Arriving at the <strong>to</strong>p, they were ordered <strong>to</strong> wait outsidefor their prison attire <strong>to</strong> arrive. Several hourslater, at one o’clock in the morning, they werealmost <strong>to</strong>o stiff with cold <strong>to</strong> put them on. At five inthe morning, they had <strong>to</strong> be up waiting at theoffice door in an icy wind.By this time Joseph and Michael suffered suchsevere pains that they had <strong>to</strong> be hospitalized. JacobWipf and David Hofer were taken <strong>to</strong> solitary confinementcells where, again for nine hours daily,their hands were chained <strong>to</strong>gether through the ironbars of their cells. This continued for two weeksduring which their diet was bread and water.When a guard arrived <strong>to</strong> tell them that a telegramshould be sent home, telling the community aboutJoseph and Michael’s illness, David fainted, soJacob Wipf sent it. Their wives, accompanied bythe minister and another brother, arrived severaldays later, having been sent in the wrong directionby a station agent.Maria, Joseph’s wife insisted that she wanted <strong>to</strong> seeher husband, but the officer at the desk <strong>to</strong>ld herthat he’d died two hours previously. Distraught andgrief stricken, she s<strong>to</strong>od before his coffin. Raising46
the lid, she gasped in horror. “You would insulthim by dressing him in death in the military uniformhe refused <strong>to</strong> wear in life.”Later, David was permitted <strong>to</strong> the bedside of hisdying brother Michael and was unexpectedlyreleased, after which he made his way back <strong>to</strong> thecolony on foot. Jacob Wipf was not released untilApril 12, 1919, long after the Armistice had beensigned. In a letter <strong>to</strong> his community, Wipf wrote,“Sometimes I can’t help envying my three brotherswho are already released from this <strong>to</strong>rture. Then Iwonder why is the hand of the Lord so heavy uponme? I, who tried <strong>to</strong> remain faithful <strong>to</strong> God and <strong>to</strong>my community. Why must I continue my solitarysuffering? But then an incredible joy comes overme, such that I could weep for joy, when I considerthat Our Lord considers me worthy <strong>to</strong> suffer forHis Name’s sake. And I must confess, comparedwith our confinement thus far (in Alcatraz) this lifehere (in Fort Leavenworth military prison) is likeliving in a palace!”It was a huge funeral. The Hutterites had lost faithwith the American government and decided <strong>to</strong>immigrate <strong>to</strong> <strong>Canada</strong>.“Here we lie upon the barren earth, as God wills,without harm <strong>to</strong> anyone. We do not wish <strong>to</strong> doharm or evil <strong>to</strong> any man, yea, not even our worstenemy. And all of our life and deeds, words andworks are open <strong>to</strong> all. Yea, before we would strikeour greatest enemy with the hand, <strong>to</strong> say nothingof with the gun or sword, as the world does, wewould rather die, and let our own lives be taken.We have no material weapons, neither spear norgun, as anyone can see.” — Jacob Hutter in TheChronicle of the Hutterian Brethren, Vol I, p. 112.*At this time the quartet sang “Wie ein Hirsch inMattigkeit,” one of our German church hymns,which is based on Psalm 42 of which the verses 1<strong>to</strong> 4, as well as 6, 9 and 11 are particularly appropriate:As the hart panteth after the water brooks,so panteth my soul after thee, o God.My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:when shall I come and appear before God?My tears have been my meat day and night, whilethey continuously say un<strong>to</strong> me, Where is thy God?When I remember these things, I pour out my soulin me: for I had gone with the multitude, I wentwith them <strong>to</strong> the house of God, with the voice ofjoy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.O my God, my soul is cast down within me: thereforewill I remember thee...I will say un<strong>to</strong> God my rock, Why hast thou forgottenme? Why go I mourning because of theoppression of the enemy?Why art thou cast down, o my soul? and why artthou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God: forI shall yet praise him, Who is the health of mycountenance, and my God.47