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Facing Barbarous Torture with Indestructible Righteous Thoughts By a practitioner in China (Clearwisdom.net) March 6, 2002
On December 1, 2000, right after the early morning national flag raising
ceremony at Tiananmen Square, another practitioner and I stood facing
Tiananmen's entrance and unfurled our large banners. We cried out from deep in
our hearts to everyone, "Falun Dafa Is Good!" In no time there were
several plainclothes police surrounding us. They kicked us, beat us, and ripped
our banner from us. We were forcefully dragged away and tossed into the police
vehicle with several other fellow practitioners who had already been detained
before us.
They harshly locked us inside steel cages in the basement of the Tiananmen
Square Police Station. There the police asked us to fill out our names and
addresses on their forms. We refused to cooperate with the evil persecution and
did not reveal our names. We recited Teacher's articles together all the way
until the evening, when armed police escorted us to several major detention
centers using buses. The police detained about 500 practitioners that day.
I was sent to the Haidian Detention Center. It was about 8 p.m. when I got
there. We were forced to be finger printed and photographed. Later, our clothes
were all stripped off and we were body searched. They cut up my clothes. I was
menstruating at the time, and my discharge dripped onto the floor. A vicious
policewoman slapped me hard, screamed at me, and ordered me to wipe the floor
clean with my panties.
Since we did not reveal our identity, the police tagged us with serial
numbers. I was sent to interrogation room #204. Two policemen tried to trick me
to disclose my name and address. One of them snarled, "You better tell. We
do not need any official procedure to sentence you, just because you do not have
an ID card." (In fact, my ID card was confiscated by the local public
security bureau right after the crackdown was officially declared in 1999.) I
still did not utter a word. Another policeman took out an electric baton and
shocked my face and head really hard. I steadfastly remembered what Teacher
taught us, "just by having your heart unaffected you will be able to handle
all situations." ("Eliminate Your Last Attachment(s)") I was not
moved by their tricks or tortures. I felt calm, broad, and level. I did not have
the slightest fear since I was validating that Dafa is good. I was clarifying
the truth to people and I was doing the most righteous thing. They could do
nothing to me, and ended up sending me back to jail cell #214. One policewoman
whispered to other inmates after sending me into the cell, "This Falun Gong
lady did not identify herself, you know how to take care of her for me."
The inmates acted as though they got the most sacred order from the emperor and
started their ruthless persecutions. They did not allow me to sleep. I was only
allowed to wear thin underwear. I was forced to stand barefooted on the cold
cement floor during the freezing December temperatures. Five inmates took turns
hitting me and slapping my face. Yet I did not budge. Then they applied
"Flying Airplane" (a painful torture with one's hands bent to the back
and body lay on the floor) and "Lizard Climbing The Wall" tortures on
me. Several 18 to 19-year-old girl inmates asked me, a mother with a 14-year-old
daughter, to kneel in front of them. I ignored them -- I only kneel in front of
my Teacher.
I continued to resist their persecutions. They slapped my face with plastic
soled slippers until the slippers were torn, and my face and hands were swollen.
They then hit my head until it was covered with bumps. During the beating my
vision got blurred with flashes and I lost my hearing. After they got tired
beating me, they ordered me to stand bending down with both hands touching the
floor. When I could not maintain that posture and fell down, they had one tall
and hefty deaf inmate haul me up by pulling my hair, and then slammed my head
against the wall. The sound of my head hitting the wall scared the other
inmates. They covered up their head with blankets and dared not watch this
torture. Some inmates cried at this hideous scene and asked the guards to stop
it. Yet the guards ignored the plea. After I lost consciousness one more time,
they kicked me to wake me up. Then they stripped my clothes and threw me on top
of the toilet. That deaf inmate started to fan me using a towel, while they
poured cold water on my body. With each bowl of cold water being poured on me, I
was chilled to the bone, and started shaking violently. They poured three basins
full of cold water on me. My menstruation discharge also covered the whole
floor. They were mad that I soiled the floor. Then that deaf inmate hit my
temple hard. I lost consciousness one more time and fainted in the toilet. Only
because they were afraid that I might die there, they permitted me to doze off
at about dawn.
Their tortures throughout the entire night did not frighten me. With the
resolute determination to cultivate Dafa and follow the guidance of Teacher
closely, I started a hunger strike the next day to stand up against their
persecutions. After hearing of my hunger strike, they again stripped my clothes
and dragged me outside into the courtyard. In the freezing wind of December,
they started force-feeding me by prying open my mouth with the toothbrush used
to clean the bathroom. I resisted their force-feeding with all my might. After
they tried all sorts of tortuous methods, including squeezing my nose, choking
me by clutching my neck, brutally force feeding me, slapping my face, and
pulling my hair, they did not succeed after exhausting all of their means. 5 to
6 of them finally got tired of this and dragged me back to the cell. This time
they tied me up on the iron bed spread eagle style. With 7-8 policemen pressing
down on me, they inserted the feeding tube while the policewomen cursed at me on
the side. The stuff they fed me had a strong medicine odor. During the force
feeding some policemen squeezed my kneecaps viciously. My kneecap felt as though
it was being smashed and my body shook with pain. Another female practitioner
was hand cuffed and shackled at the feet. Severe beating had disfigured her
face. Police kept a large and thick hat covering her whole face, with only two
eyes shown. She could be suffocated to death anytime. The shackles bit into her
flesh and blood seeped out. When she needed to go to the rest room the inmates
would block her way, yelling that she could not go without first telling her
name. Once they ordered a hefty inmate to directly stand on her belly. We could
all hear her screaming inside the cell. The guards would come to look, but as
soon as they saw it was Falun Gong practitioners who were being tortured, they
just turned the other direction and walked away without even uttering a word. So
they force fed her every day just like this. We were both force fed a total of 9
times, and endured all the torture and humiliation by inmates and police. After
24 days, we escaped from Haidian Detention Center, a hellish dungeon.
There are countless Chinese practitioners enduring unspeakable tortures every
day. This is the atrocious torture and persecutions by Jiang's criminal gang
against people who put their faith in "Truthfulness, Compassion, and
Forbearance." I am exposing their hideous crimes to kind people all over
the world. I ask and plea to all kind-hearted people to help put a stop to the
atrocities taking place in China.
Posting date: 3/18/2002
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