Experiences I Suffered While Inside a Jail and Mental Hospital

Written by a female practitioner from China: Wang Huifan

(Clearwisdom.net) My name is Wang Huifan (alias). I am a retired female, and I used to suffer from tachycardia, rheumatism, as well as other diseases, which made my life miserable. In October 1995, I had a fall, which caused a tendon in my left knee to slip. I visited many large hospitals in the city but no doctor could cure my diseases. After that incident, my life became very difficult.

In early 1996, a fellow practitioner sent me a copy of Zhuan Falun. After reading this book I understood that a person comes to this world to return to his or her original true self. Three months of practice marked the end of my diseases and suffering. I was truly healthy.

Since July 20, 1999, Jiang Zemin and his regime have abused their power to violently persecute Falun Gong and its practitioners.

During the 2000 Spring Festival, we practitioners all wanted to go have a look. We went to the Square in the city where we usually held our group practice . That morning the Square was covered with police, and their vans. Plainclothes policemen arrested some of us. They threw me to the ground and dragged me for over ten meters. Then I was sent to the drug rehabilitation center to be brainwashed. After going on hunger strike for only two days, they force-fed me.

One day, several people from my workplace came to visit me. They said they would help free me. Instead, they took me to an army hospital. After they brought me up to an office on the second floor, I could hear them talking. I didn't know what they were discussing, but I felt they might do something harmful, so I went downstairs. As I approached the door, five or six big men would not let me pass. I shouted angrily, "Why did you deceive me and bring me to this place? You're so mean!" I caught hold of the iron door and did not let go. Five or six of them tried desperately to drag me away. I had been on a hunger strike for several days, and don't know where I got the strength, but I shouted loudly, "You are so mean!"

For quite some time, none of us were willing to compromise on our original positions. They dragged me to the mental disease section on the third floor. They forcefully changed me into a patient's clothes. I shouted loudly: "I don't have any illness!" The nurse forcibly injected me with an unknown drug. Shortly afterwards I lost consciousness. I could faintly tell I was being persecuted, but I was hallucinating. After the medicine started losing its effect, I became more clear minded. I found my mouth was very stiff, and it couldn't do what I wanted it to. I couldn't speak clearly even if I wanted to. Suddenly I was force-fed with more medicine. I spent the whole day unconscious. When the meal was ready, a person asked me if I wanted to eat. Both of my legs were weak, and I fell to the ground. The nurse escorted me back to the room. She asked me to stay on the bed while I ate. My hands wouldn't do what I wanted them to and I could not pick up my vegetables. I felt very dizzy, so I lay down on the bed without a meal. I tried very hard to remain sober-minded, and I did not forget that I was a practitioner. They injected me with medicine once every morning and evening, and force-fed me twice a day with some other medicine. As a result, I could only lay in bed all day either unconscious, or hallucinating.

After one week of persecution, I was transferred to a bigger room. I received no injection, but was force-fed medicine twice a day. My arms and legs felt weak all day long. I felt dizzy and nauseated. Every day the director on duty would come and check on me. The director asked me how I felt and if I would continue to practice, and why did I refused to go along with the country's decision.

I said, "The people in authority do not represent the country. They are committing crimes for their own selfish interests."

He said, "How do you think now? Do you think that you are being persecuted here?"

I did not know what his intention was, so I did not answer him directly. I only said: "I haven't thought about it yet."

He said: "you should thoroughly think about it now." He increased my dosage from three tablets to five tablets. The next day when I told him my real thoughts, he added more tablets. Finally my dosage was a handful of tablets, three times the amount everyone else was taking. At the same time every Friday I was asked to go to the pharmacy room by myself to take two big tablets of yellow medicine, and I had to open my mouth for them to check.

Later a fellow practitioner transferred from a smaller room. She herself said that she was a member of the XX party, and was a model worker in her workplace. She was expelled from the party because she insisted on practicing Falun Gong. The hospital took extra measures with us. They paid special attention to us while we took our medicine, and would give us a strict examination afterwards. They didn't allow us to go beyond the door of the third floor, and no one except for our families could visit us. Since the dosage of medicine was continuously increased, I felt more and more disoriented and nauseated.

At the mental hospital there was no direct violent torture like that in the prison, but the mental persecution was no less severe than the physical torture. Since I was forced to take large dosages of medicine for long periods of time, my entire body became bloated. My face was swollen like a bubble. My complexion was also very bad. Everyone who saw me said I was in bad shape. I could not study the Fa or do the exercises in this place, and was forced to live among lunatics. Every day, they shouted at the top of their lungs, and danced for joy, which distracted me. Sometimes I saw very ugly behavior, which disgusted me. At such an ugly place, any normal person would feel bitter beyond description at having to stay there. At one moment in time I felt like I was going to have a mental breakdown. I felt like I was losing my mind. I tried hard to calm myself down, and thought, "I should not turn insane. I should never become insane inside this place. I have the Fa. I have Teacher. Why should I feel scared?" With this reasoning I pushed the fear down, and kept reciting Hong Yin. Finally I restored my peacefulness.

The difficult days went by one after another. A batch of patients left, and another batch came to replace them. According to a visitor, who was the co-worker of a fellow practitioner, if we didn't give up our practice of Falun Gong, we would have to stay here permanently. However, I think our righteous way moved the ordinary persons in the hospital. They all knew we were good people. Even the director asked our workplaces to take us back as soon as possible. Urged by the director, we finally finished after more than three months of torture. I was taken home. Before I left, I said good-bye to the director. He watched me go out the front door. The expression on his face showed his regret.

Several months of being force-fed medicine and tortured caused me to be very sick. After I went home, I threw away all the medicines given to me by the hospital. Both of my eyes were red and swollen and very puffy. I had difficulty opening my eyes. Very soon, my ears festered inside and out. My neck also filled with yellow fluid. I knew it was Teacher helping to clean my body. Since I kept practicing the exercises and studying the Fa, I improved one day at a time. My body got healthier and healthier. I made up my mind that whatever torture they subjected me to, they could not move my heart away from cultivation.

Under the bloody persecution of Jiang Zemin's regime, over 300 Dafa practitioners who follow the principles of "Truthfulness, Compassion, Tolerance" have been tortured to death. Over 500 practitioners have been illegally sentenced. Over 1000 have been locked up in mental hospitals and subjected to horrible treatment. Over 12,000 have been illegally locked up in detention centers and labor camps to receive inhumane torture. I am only one practitioner who has been persecuted. I strongly protest the inhuman torture used by Jiang Zemin's regime. All kind-hearted people, I would like to use my personal experience to awaken your conscience for justice. I hope it can dispel the clouds and allow people to see through the evil nature of Jiang Zemin's regime and understand the true beauty of Falun Dafa.

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