I am a Dafa practitioner. On the morning of January 1^st, 2001, I went to Beijing's Tiananmen Square to help with Fa rectification. On this first day of the new century, it was very gloomy.

We made the journey to Tiananmen on foot. Upon arriving on the square I saw some cruel scenes: the police were vigorously beating and arresting people. We wanted to take a closer look. Several policemen blocked our way and would not allow us to get any closer. After asking, we learned that those being beaten were Dafa practitioners. Their hands were empty and they only said a few fair words for justice. For this they were beaten, some until they bled, some until unconsciousness. Dafa practitioners did not fight back when beaten, did not talk back when cursed at. They were so tolerant, so peaceful. Yet they were beaten mercilessly! We couldn't hold back our tears. So another senior practitioner, and I, stepped forward.

We walked towards different sides of the flagpole. That old practitioner unfurled a yellow scroll banner. Immediately, I saw several plainclothes policemen rushed over to her and beat her. She was knocked to the ground, while still shouting loudly: "Falun Dafa is Good! Falun Dafa is Really Good! Falun Dafa is the Righteous Fa!" I saw her in pain with her hands around her head to protect herself,. Those men beat her mercilessly . I quickly unfurled my banner, and shouted loudly, "Falun Dafa Is Good!" They immediately rushed towards me. The first policeman threw a fist at me from 2 meters away. It knocked me to the ground, with the back of my head hitting the brick ground . I put one hand on the lump on my head. The plainclothesman then kicked my chest on the right side. I used all my strength to shout: "Falun Dafa is Good! Falun Dafa is Righteous! Falun Dafa is the Fa of the Universe!" Several more plainclothesmen came at me and viciously beat me. Not far from me a group of elderly practitioners shouted "Falun Dafa Is Good", the plainclothes then rushed there. I slowly stood up, saw that the banner was still on the ground, so I quickly picked it up and unfurled it while shouting "Falun Dafa is the Righteous Fa". When I was shouting, a plainclothesman came over and gave me a vicious kick. I fell to the ground again. Several plainclothesmen followed, and said, "You have so many tricks!" They gave me another beating, and stepped on my hands. My hands were bleeding and hurt badly. Several other plainclothesmen came and dragged me into a van. I did not let them drag me. So they punched my head and forced me into the van.

In the van, I saw over a dozen practitioners, most of them elderly. Everybody had been beaten, with black and blue marks all over their faces and elsewhere. We continued to shout in the van, "Falun Dafa Is Good! Falun Dafa Is Righteous!" A policeman said "if you shout again, I will beat you with a baton, if you shout once again, I will be beat you to death!" But we still shouted from the bottom of our hearts. The van soon came to the branch office of Tiananmen Police station.

At the entrance, we saw two piles of yellow and red banners. I saw a policeman stepping on a male practitioner's face. His face was deformed and bleeding. But he was still shouting: "Falun Dafa is the Fa of the Universe!" We wept. After that, we stood in a hallway, and we kept shouting "Falun Dafa Is Good."

The police came for a headcount. We were then shipped to a prison in Changping County in Beijing. In the evening, many more practitioners arrived, the prison was over crowded, and so they drove us elsewhere. We were left in a prison in Yanqing County in suburban Beijing. It was freezing cold at that time. A single water drop would immediately turn into ice. There were 40 of us on the same bus, only a few were young practitioners, including 3 children, one 12 years old, the other two were babies sixteen months and eight months, respectively. The rest were all elderly practitioners, the oldest one was over 70 years old. We were called into a small room one by one to be interrogated. They said it was for interrogation, but actually everybody who entered the room was severely beaten. Several practitioners' faces and lips were swollen. Some were vomiting blood. After a while they called me in. They closed the door and asked me, "where are you from?" "From Falun Dafa," I replied. A policeman then started beating me. He punched my face and simultaneously kicked my legs. When he got tired, he took a plastic covered notebook from the table and asked me, "What did you shout on Tiananmen?" I patiently asked him, "don't you have parents and siblings?" He was even more frustrated and angry, and punched me a few times. After that he started hitting my face with the hardcover plastic book. Soon blood flowed down my face. Two more policemen came, one punched my chest, and the other took a couple of steps back and launched a kick to the center of my chest. "Where do you come from?" they asked. I said, "I am a Dafa practitioner, even if you beat me to death, I am still a Falun Dafa practitioner." The three of them got so angry that they beat me together. After some beating they took me by the hair and started bashing my head against the wall. I felt woozy. Then they started hitting my head with that plastic notebook, again. One of them put me on the hardboard-bed, and hit the board with my face, causing me bleed from the mouth. My mind stayed firm. If I were not a Dafa practitioner, if there were no protection from Teacher, I could have been easily beaten to death right there. Finally they ran out of ways to physically abuse me, so they cursed me for a while. One of them said, "This old woman, we cannot get anything out of her. Get her out of here. At this time I had no strength at all and was covered in blood. I dragged my battered body to the doorway. One of them suddenly kicked me from behind. I fell to the ground. After that they left me out in the cold again, until almost 2AM, when their "shift" was up. They did not get anything from practitioners who were called in later either, so they locked us into cells. They beat us again while looting our bags, then locked the door after the looting.

In order to align ourselves with justice and suffocate evil, we resolutely disobeyed the evil policemen. We did not answer their questions nor did we consume their food or water. When the head of the jail came, we shouted loudly: "We're innocent! Release us!" On the third night, we were transferred to a place called "Home of the Orphans." We planned to get out of there. There were two locks on the first door. When we rushed forward, together, the door opened like a miracle. The second door was blocked with a pitchfork. We rushed forward again, and it opened with just a light push. We continued our way out, but there was another door outside, also locked. We were about to go through the last door, when the police came. So we were re-arrested. After we went back, we closed and locked the door to prevent the police from getting in or interrogating us. When the officers from the various provinces, stationed in Beijing, came to identify their local residents, we either lay down or turned our backs towards the window. With no other choice, they called the army on the fourth day. The soldiers came in from the top of the room through the upper window. Some senior practitioners and I were told that we were going to be released. Therefore bearing the hunger (It has been the fourth day since we went on a hunger strike) we walked out.

Looking at the practitioners inside, I didn't have the heart to leave them in this den of monsters to be tortured and persecuted. I went back again to say, "Would you please release them, too? Falun Dafa practitioners are all good people. When you do good things you'll be rewarded with good." They told me: "You better run for your own life!" I couldn't help but go alone. After I left, I met an old man, he told us: "Are you guys practicing Falun Gong? Now the search for Falun Gong practitioners is very intense. Plainclothes police are everywhere. They beat people brutally. Don't stay here, go back in a hurry!" So we went to the rail station in the old man's wood cart. We got help from lots of kind people along the way.

Now I have returned home. I want to tell my story to all of the people in the world. I'll denounce Jiang Zemin and his hired ruffians! I, an old woman, almost 60 years old, was beaten so brutally, how do they treat those young people especially male practitioners? They don't have human hearts, or any upright ideas. They hurt countless practitioners. So many Dafa practitioners have died during this persecution. They have humiliated some female practitioners. Despite the atrocities they have committed, the recent newspapers (state owned) are still deceiving the people with lies. The monster Jiang Zemin and his minions are guilty of a crime for which they deserve to die ten thousand deaths! Kindhearted people; please don't be apathetic any more. Please hurry and try to do something to help stop this brutal persecution!