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Fa Rectification Experience -- How I Broke Out of the Panjin City Forced Labor Camp With Righteous Thoughts (1) By Xin Zheng
January 6, 2003 (Clearwisdom.net) I am an ordinary employee in a state-owned enterprise.
After I attained Dafa, I conducted myself according to the principle of
"Truthfulness-Compassion-Tolerance" and I worked to the best of my
ability. Because of my outstanding performance, a partner group in Xinjiang
Autonomous Region even had a conflict with my work unit. They insisted that I
should join them, and the matter was taken up to higher authorities. I could
feel the improvement in me as a result of cultivation. That was prior to April
1999. After July 20th, 1999, my whole life changed. Overnight, from a
backbone at my work unit, I became a person to be "strictly
controlled." My supervisor coerced me to write the "guarantee
statement" to give up practicing Falun Gong, and my colleagues with whom I
got along well also asked me to renounce my belief. Many people paid attention
to me, yet no one supported my cultivation. It seemed as if the only choice I
had was to give in and tell lies. They probably also realized that I would face
great suffering if I didn't write the "guarantee statement." Their
"concern" brought tremendous pressure upon me. [This guarantee
statement forces the practitioner to sign a paper that states s/he is remorseful
for ever having practiced Falun Dafa, will never go to Beijing to appeal and
will no longer associate with other practitioners and give up the practice.] Our bureau carried out an investigation and my work unit had points taken off
because I practiced Falun Gong. They used such an implication method to isolate
Dafa practitioners. They deducted bonus money from all employees in the company
because Falun Gong practitioners in the company went to appeal, in an attempt to
foster people's hatred against Falun Gong practitioners. The days that followed
were very difficult. One day I heard a loud police siren outside and learned
later that many Falun Gong practitioners had been arrested. I felt terrible and
found it hard to control myself, and I cried. Seeing that I would not give in, my supervisor went to see my father and
tried to assert pressure on me through my family. My father has a bad temper and
was afraid when he heard I was about to be fired. He threw a tantrum at me. He
beat me and cursed my mother. Seeing that all that was in vain, he got down on
his knees in front of me. My family was turned upside-down. I could not take it
any longer and promised to write the statement. I played word games and used
phrases such as "realizing the current trend," "realizing the
harm," and thought in my heart, "the harm means Jiang group is doing
harm to me." I barely passed the tribulation but I didn't feel good.
Although I didn't promise anything in the guarantee statement, it indeed brought
shame upon me. I felt ashamed and depressed. Although I gave in, when I talked
to people and officers in the security section I still told them the facts about
Falun Gong and about the lies I found on TV, so my work unit still treated me as
a "highly dangerous person." Later, I learned how to use the Internet and copied truth clarification
materials, such as the self-immolation incident, onto the computer in my work
unit, and showed it to my colleagues. My supervisor was greatly shocked and held
a conference with division chiefs. My colleagues didn't dare to look at the
truth materials any more, because for them, it was no longer important who was
right and who was wrong, and their sole concern was their own safety. On June 22, 2001, two Falun Gong practitioners in my company went to Beijing
to appeal. At that time, my company didn't know those two people were Falun Gong
practitioners and it came as a great shock to everyone. They were worried and
afraid that I would also go to Beijing. On June 29, 2001, persons from the
Liaohe Oil Field Police Department and the Security Section of Prospecting
Division sent people to my home and ransacked it. When they found Falun Gong
materials in my computer and some banners in my home, they found
"sufficient excuse" to arrest me. They took away my notebook computer
and sent me to a detention center. Leaders in my work unit were relieved because
they didn't have to worry any more about me threatening their interests. When I arrived at the Liaohe Oil Field Detention Center, I didn't know what
to do. I held a hunger strike to protest. During the hunger strike I only drank
water when I felt thirsty. After 20 days I was thin and weak, but I had no
symptoms of illness. The detention center personnel was watching me. They were
not afraid as long as I was not dead. They even said to me, "Die if you
want." I realized where the problem was and stopped drinking water. On the
third day they force-fed me. They put me on a table and a group of prisoners
pinned me down. They tried to insert a tube into my stomach through my nose, but
they couldn't get the tube in, no matter how hard they tried. As I was only skin
and bones, I was painfully struggling under pressure from so many hands and
torture of the tube that was inserted into one of my nostrils. I had already had
difficulty breathing with so many prisoners pressing me down. Then my head
happened to move to the edge of the table, one prisoner pinned my head down so
hard that my chin was tilted upward and I couldn't breathe. I felt I was being
suffocated. I struggled instinctively, but the more I struggled, the harder they
pressed me down. I experienced the pain of being suffocated to death. Maybe the
doctor noticed something was wrong with me and he asked the prisoners to let go,
and I could finally breathe. Maybe the prisoners didn't realize what had
happened, but I was close to death. Afterwards, they resumed force-feeding and I
don't remember how long it was. When it finally ended, it was lunchtime. The
prisoners complained that they felt sick and could not eat after watching what I
went through. My throat and nose were all swollen by then. Because I didn't have a clear purpose for the hunger strike and I only wanted
to express my dissatisfaction about my arrest, I wavered. I began to drink water
again as I felt extremely thirsty. Ten days later, I began to vomit black
things, and I felt extreme discomfort. Again, they force-fed me. This time there
was no doctor present. A group of prisoners pinned me on the ground and pried my
mouth open with a hard object, and they directly force-fed me that way. The
first time they fed me black sesame porridge; the second time they fed me corn
porridge with lots of salt. When my mouth was opened beyond its normal capacity,
I could not breathe. The prisoners didn't care at all and my teeth were pried
loose and the corners of my mouth were torn. I was restrained and pressed down
so hard that my eyeballs were bulging out. Every second seemed to last forever.
They tried twice but failed, because I could not take in the food the way they
were force-feeding me, even if I wanted to, and the method they used could
easily choke me to death. Their main purpose was to torture me. They also
threatened they would force-feed me every day. I finally broke down. At this
time, my family and colleagues came to talk to me. A friend of my family helped
arrange them to see me by bribing the officers in the detention center. I
finally ended my 36-day hunger strike. During this time, the Oil Field Police Department authorities interrogated me
many times, and every time they beat me with hard white plastic tubes. Maybe
because I was on a hunger strike, the beating was not too severe. Compared to
the beatings I received later on, these were only scratches. The local police
also interrogated me once, and I was beaten during the interrogation. Their
beating was a lot more severe. They hit me with uppercut punches. My chin
immediately became swollen and my head banged on the wall many times, and a big
lump appeared. This happened on the third day after I stopped the hunger strike. To be continued... Posting date: 1/19/2003 |