Yang Xianyi was one of the most important people in my life from the time I met him through Geremie Barmé at the start of the 1980s in Beijing. I wrote about my memories of him and his wife Gladys in the online China Heritage Quarterly, which devoted an entire issue (March 2011) to this remarkable man. Below is the link to my essay but I encourage you to peruse the other tributes and recollections as well. Vale Xianyi. I miss you.
Prisoners were treated with great contempt, as lower forms of life, but the guards never dared to apply torture. It was against the rules.
Prisoners would quarrel amongst themselves. When they came to blows and caused a commotion, the guard outside would come in and stop them. Sometimes the younger hooligans would bully and make fun of some silly old men who they disliked. There was an old Chinese Catholic, over sixty, who sometimes would mutter prayers and sing to himself the "Ave Maria", and this got on their nerves. Then the young hooligans would throw bedding over his head and beat him up. They would not beat him too viciously or cause him any harm, because he was too old and frail; but then afterwards the old man would sing to himself the "Ave Maria" again. I think that old Catholic was later released. The young hooligans never had any trouble with me. They all liked and respected me, and thought of me as their teacher. They asked me to teach them Chinese poetry and some English to while away their time, .... (p. 245)