Chapter 11
Tears streamed down my face as I watched the recorded vision of Angel as a child of eight or nine being forced to perform. Dr Wood held up a card, with the back to Angel so she couldn’t see the symbol on the other side, demanding the little girl tell her what she “saw”. Each time Angel failed to scribble the correct answer on the whiteboard clutched in her tiny hands, Dr Wood produced a slim black device which she used to administer a localised electric shock.
The young Angel on the screen valiantly fought to hold back tears as she recovered and focused on the card in Dr Wood’s hand. The next time her answer was correct, but she received no praise. All she got was the selection of a new card and a repeat of the test until the number of times she got it wrong far outweighed the
