Jonathon Taylor finds a 1947 short story in the New Yorker that depicts a British policeman in Libya, who waterboarded a prisoner:
And, after an episode with a gruesome technique using "what looked like a pair of handcuffs," described with clinical expertise by the narrator, produced no results,
Captain Westcott told one of the guards to get some water. When the policeman returned with two bottles of water, the prisoner was stretched out on the floor, face up, with one guard holding his feet and another on each of his arms. The guard with the water tipped the Arab's head back and began to pour water down his nose. The man thrashed and gagged, and then retched. He was literally drowning. Westcott told the men to stop. The guards pulled the man to his feet. He nodded his head when the Captain asked if he was ready to confess.
James Maxwell's book was reviewed by Anatole Broyard in Commentary - back when the American Jewish Committee despised torture, rather than embracing it in the era of the Podhoretz dauphin.
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