Dalian Dafa Practitioners Injected with Harmful Drugs at the Lushun 215 Mental Hospital
By a practitioner in China
(Clearwisdom.net) I am a 57-year-old woman, retired from the Dalian Harbor Bureau, in Dalian
City, Liaoning Province. Prior to my retirement, the condition of my health was
very bad, with heart disease, arthritis and an atrophied left leg. I was unable
to take care of myself. In 1996, I was fortunate enough to learn Falun Gong and,
as a result, began to understand many issues about which I had always held a
curiosity, but were clearly beyond my realm, such as the purpose for our
existence as human beings. I resolved to follow the requirements of
"Truthfulness, Compassion and Tolerance" and to persevere in my
cultivation in Falun Dafa. Within a few months of practicing Falun Dafa, my
illnesses disappeared and I experienced the feeling of being a disease-free
person. My life then became happy and peaceful. Appealing at Dalian City Hall Since the Jiang regime first began the suppression of Falun Gong on July 20,
1999, they have abused their power by mobilizing their propaganda machine to
slander and defame Falun Dafa. They have utilized judicial systems, army troops
and all other dictatorial resources to persecute Falun Gong. On that July 20, we
went to the Appeals Office in Dalian City to make an appeal for Falun Dafa. On
July 21, various police personnel, such as Dalian policemen (including officers
from the Dalian Public Security Office, its branch offices and police stations),
anti-riot police and military police, all began beating us. They used electric
batons and wooden nightsticks to violently beat all practitioners, regardless of
whether they were young, old, male or female. They grabbed practitioners by the
hair and slammed them into trees and utility poles. They dragged practitioners
to the ground and kicked them with their leather boots, totally oblivious to the
gathering crowds of shocked public onlookers. In addition, there were many
plainclothes policemen who had infiltrated the crowd of practitioners. In turn,
they signaled other plainclothes policemen to make an arrest whenever they heard
a practitioner say, "Falun Dafa is good," or whenever anyone expressed
disapproval of the police brutality. A father was there with his ten-year-old son. For some unknown reason, the
plainclothes policemen suddenly took the father away in a police car. Sadly, the
boy was left there crying out loud, "Papa! Give me back my papa!" On
that day, The People's Square, where Dalian City Hall is located, was filled
with horror. All practitioners who insisted on staying at the square were
arrested and detained in various school buildings. The practitioners were forced
to give policemen their names and work units before being released. Many
practitioners resolutely refused to cooperate with the police or reveal their
names, and they were detained until 11 p.m. Persecuted for Going to Beijing After July 22, 1999, work units and neighborhood administration offices
thoroughly studied each practitioner's case, and then threatened each
practitioner with the loss of whatever was individually important, including
government jobs and housing assignments, in an attempt to coerce practitioners
into renouncing Falun Gong. Officials of the local neighborhood administration
office and the local police station continually visited my home to harass me.
They forced me to relinquish my Falun Gong books and tried to force me to write
the so-called "guarantee statements (1)." They
enlisted my neighbors to spy on me. The police were in my neighborhood all day
long. My quiet and peaceful family life had been disrupted. In October 1999, I
decided to go to Beijing to appeal, in order to reveal the true situation of
Falun Gong. Appealing is a basic right of citizenship, as defined in the Chinese
Constitution. As soon as I arrived in Beijing, I immediately felt the ghastly atmosphere.
Everywhere there were police cars, policemen and armed military personnel
stopping all out-of-town pedestrians and asking, "Are you a Falun Gong
practitioner?" Once one replied affirmatively, they would be put into a
police car, and once the car was full they would be driven to a police station
where a large bus would take them to a large sports arena. When I arrived, the
sports arena was already filled with several thousand people who were
practitioners from all over the country. We were detained in the outdoor arena
for an entire day without food or water, and we were not allowed to use the
restrooms. Each of us was individually interrogated. At around 8 p.m., the
policemen began sending practitioners to different prisons. I was loaded into a
large bus with a group of other practitioners, each of whom was handcuffed to
the next. At around 11 p.m, after driving for several hours, the bus stopped at
the Yanqing Prison in a suburb of Beijing. By this time, we had already been
without food and water for sixteen to seventeen hours. Nevertheless, the
policemen interrogated and searched us all through the night. They even removed
our hair clips and hair ties to search through every hair. The money we had
hidden in our clothes, even in our underwear, was discovered and looted. Our
shoelaces were also removed. Finally, we were put into different prison cells. These prison cells were an old-fashioned type that were very small. The bed
was very cold because it was made from planks placed on the concrete floor.
There were about fifteen or sixteen practitioners to a prison cell and we all
went on a hunger strike. In the daytime, one after another, practitioners were
taken out for interrogation. It was very common for practitioners to be verbally
and physically abused. When they asked for my name and address, I addressed them
in an upright and dignified manner, saying, "My name is 'Falun Dafa
practitioner.' According to CCTV's propaganda, whenever there is a problem, we
have the right to complain to the government through a normal channel. Although
I have not yet found the Appeals Office, you've already arrested and imprisoned
me. I didn't violate the law, so why do you keep me locked up?" The policemen ordered me to half-squat and half-stand while stretching both
my arms forward. As soon as my posture was a little bit off, they would slug and
kick me. Practitioners were punished by being forced to squat on top of a stool.
After a long while, she would eventually pass out and fall off the stool. The
policemen used a needle to pierce her philtrum (2).
Policemen also used electric batons to shock the practitioners' faces, creating
so many circles on the skin that facial hairs were all singed off and their
faces were all red from burns. When we were back in our cells, they forced us to
memorize the prison regulations, but we absolutely refused. The policemen then
beat us by punching us with their fists and kicking us with their leather boots.
On the large common bed, they kicked a practitioner from one end of the bed to
the other. Then they repeated the same process from the other end. A young
policewoman by the name of Li said, "This is called sit-ups." When
they got tired from the kicking, they punished us by forcing us to kneel down on
the hard plank bed and ordered us not to move. Practitioners who did not kneel
down well were brutally slapped across the face. (At the time, because we did
not have a clear understanding of Fa-rectification, we just endured it quietly
and considered that as eliminating karma.) After four or five days, those of us who were on a hunger strike were
subjected to force-feeding. Five or six male prisoners held me in a chair and
twisted my hands behind me. One man grabbed both my arms from behind while
another grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head backward. Another man used a
pair of tongs to force my teeth apart while yet another stepped on my feet in
the front. I was tortured to the point that I could not catch my breath, even
before they began force-feeding me. A man roughly forced a tube through my mouth
and down my throat, deliberately making it as painful as possible. Then he
forced down a lot of cornmeal. My stomach was unbearably bloated when it was
filled with this much cornmeal all at once. When the tube was removed, it was
covered with blood. This was how male prisoners performed forced-feeding on
female practitioners, but it was even more brutal when the policewomen performed
the forced-feeding. The aforementioned policewoman named Li would laugh loudly
and wildly upon seeing the practitioners suffer. She would roll up her sleeves
and say, "Come on, let me feed you some." Then she pushed the tube
down really hard into the practitioner's' stomach, laughing loudly. As she
inflicted the pain, she would say, "I'll make you 'to live with no
pursuits, to die with no regrets.'(3) One more. One
more..." Because too much was forced into my stomach so rapidly, the
cornmeal would often be regurgitated all over my clothes. During that period,
each day seemed like a year to us. Each day, we were interrogated, beaten,
punished, brutally force-fed and then deprived of sleep all night. Within only
about a dozen days the continual torture had disfigured us to the point where we
no longer looked like normal human beings. We never expected to leave that place
alive. (At the time, I had resigned myself to the acceptance of my own death, if
worse ever came to worst.) Many practitioners had severe diarrhea due to
forced-feeding. The prison doctor was afraid to take responsibility should
anything dire happen to us, so he kept reporting to his supervisors. We were again sent back to Beijing. When we left, they asked us to pay: 80
Yuan (4) for the cost of bedding, 100 Yuan for each
session of forced-feeding and various other fees for different items. Everyone
was made to pay approximately 2,000 Yuan. If the money they had initially looted
from us when we first arrived was not enough, they would subtract the difference
from another practitioner's money. One practitioner had 3,000 Yuan with her when
she first got there, but when she left they gave very little money back to her.
The prison had no intention at all of giving our money back to us. I was taken to a prison in Beijing along with four other Falun Dafa
practitioners, but I don't remember the name of the prison. I remember only that
it was called an "advanced, top prison." Once we arrived, they
searched and verbally abused us. Then the head of the cell ordered us to take a
coldwater bath. Winter in Beijing was very cold. We were supposed to bathe once
each day and were not allowed to skip it. The head of the cell was a
seventeen-year-old prostitute who tortured me. She grabbed my hair and slapped
me on the face. She grabbed me by my clothes and shook me. She reported my
situation to the police every day and when she returned, she ordered someone to
beat me. I was the only Falun Dafa practitioner in my cell. During those days, I
was miserable. When I had previously been in the Yanqing Prison, I experienced
physical pain, but at least I was with fellow practitioners there. We always
encouraged each other and recited the Fa together, so no matter how much
hardship I had to endure, I was still able to persist. Now, I was the only one
that was being hit and cursed. There was no one with whom I could converse, I
was not allowed to read the teachings of Falun Dafa and there was no one to whom
I could turn. I used to be able to memorize some of Teacher's articles, but I
couldn't remember them very well anymore. So I would recite only "On Buddha
Law(5)" and Hongyin (6)
and tried to suppress all sorts of bad thoughts. Because I was trapped into
dwelling on my physical and emotional pain, I sometimes felt that I would soon
collapse. After a long time, I was finally able to quiet my mind, so I asked myself who
I really was, and what I was doing in Beijing. Why was I suffering there? My
answer to these questions was that I was a Falun Dafa disciple, and while Dafa
was being humiliated, I should play the role of a Dafa particle and use my
experience to prove that Dafa is good and upright. Injected with Harmful Drugs in a Mental Hospital After policemen from Dalian extradited me back to Dalian, they sent me
straight to Dalian Detention Center, located in Yaojia, where I was detained for
a month. The Dalian Public Security Office extorted 5,000 Yuan from my family
and said that it was for the cost of extraditing me back home. After returning
home, because I had refused to give up my belief in Falun Gong, I was put under
surveillance. Liang Kun, an officer from Chunhai Police Station, took away my ID
card. The neighborhood administration office, the police station and my work
unit would either call to check up on me each day, or visit my home to make sure
that I was at home, disrupting my home life on a daily basis. One day, nobody
was at home to answer the phone while I was out grocery shopping. Officer Liang
Kun looked for me everywhere, and even called my sister to find out where I was.
They had also ordered my neighbors to spy on me and then periodically called
them to check on my situation. In February 2002, I was again taken hostage by the Dalian City Public
Security "610 Office (7)" and transported to a
drug rehabilitation center where they informed me that I would have to write the
so-called "guarantee not to cultivate" statement in order to go home,
or face brainwashing classes indefinitely. Practitioners who were taken hostage
resolutely refused to write the so-called "guarantee statement" and
undertook a unified action to hold a hunger strike. Failing to hold a
brainwashing class, they then sent practitioners to various places, including
detention centers and mental hospitals. At that point, several people from my
work unit came and took me to the Lushun 215 Military Troops Hospital, a mental
hospital. After being admitted to the hospital, I was taken to a meeting room on the
second floor. The staff momentarily left the room and I couldn't hear what they
were talking about, but I felt that something was wrong, so I picked up my
clothes and went downstairs. No sooner had I reached the door, than they caught
up with me and were dragging me backward. I held on fast to the door knob,
yelling, "Why did you lie to me?" The five or six male staff members
firmly grabbed me and pried my hands free. They dragged me to the third floor,
to Mental Health Ward III. I was stripped of my regular clothes, put in a
patient garment and injected with unknown drugs. In a short while, I was no
longer myself. I kept hallucinating that my relatives were standing around my
bed. I wanted to tell them how I was being persecuted, but I could not move my
mouth to utter a word. I felt dizzy and drowsy for the entire day. The night duty nurse was kind
enough to get my home phone number from me, so she could call my family, but I
could neither move my mouth nor express myself clearly. My legs would not move
freely either. I was barely able to make it to the cafeteria, where I fell on
the floor and could not get up. A kind-hearted nurse carried me back to my bed
and brought food to me, but I could not use my hands very well, nor could I use
chopsticks, so I didn't eat. Then I fell asleep again. I didn't know how much
time had passed when I was awakened and forced to take some pills. In this
manner, I was given one injection a day and forced to take oral medication in
the morning and evening. I was dizzy and drowsy every day and was always
hallucinating. After a week, I was transferred to a hospital room nearby, where they stopped
giving me a daily injection, but they still made me take medicine orally, twice
a day. Gradually, I was able to get up from the bed to walk. Every morning I was
supposed to stand up beside my bed, waiting for the Ward Chief to make his
rounds of the wards and question me. One day, the Chief asked me, "How have
you been feeling for the past few days? Are you still associating with them [Falun
Gong practitioners]? Are you still going to Beijing?" I realized that he meant no good, so I didn't want to say much. I just said,
"I didn't cause any trouble." He then asked, "So, what is on your mind?" I didn't know how to answer, so I just mumbled, "I never thought about
it." He said, "Then you think hard about this!" On the second day, they increased my medicine dosage. When he checked the
wards, the Ward Chief asked me again, "Have you thought this over?" I said, "Not yet." As a result, they increased my medicine dosage
again. For a few days in a row, they kept increasing my medicine dosage,
starting at three pills per time, and finally to a dozen pills per time. Each
time, I had to go to the pharmacy and wait in line to get my medicine, swallow
it with water in the presence of the pharmacist and then open my mouth to prove
that I had indeed swallowed the pills. Besides regularly increasing my medicine
dosage, every Friday they also took me to a lab where they closed the door and
made me swallow two big yellow pills. They let me out only after opening my
mouth and allowing them to carefully check whether the pills had been swallowed.
After taking those pills, I felt dizzy, nauseous and weak all over my body. I
decided to go to the Ward Chief and ask him not to increase my dosage. I
explained to him why I practiced Falun Gong, and how much I had benefited from
the practice. He certainly didn't understand. All he knew were the lies made up
by the government's mouthpiece. I told him that Falun Gong teaches people to
become good people, that freedom of belief is a citizen's right and that it was
wrong to suppress Falun Gong. At last, I requested that my dosage be lowered,
and the Chief said that he could do so, but only by two small pills. Not long after I had been admitted to the mental hospital, my work unit sent
in another practitioner, one with whom I had once attended a brainwashing class.
After she was injected with drugs in an intensive care ward, she first fell
unconscious, and then later began to hallucinate. She squatted on the floor and
tried to pick up things from all over the floor, claiming that it was covered
with bugs. I felt so bad for her and took her back to her bed. After awhile, she
repeated the same process again. They wrote both of our names on the blackboard
in the ward office and requested that hospital staff strictly monitor our
medications. I was detained in the mental hospital for over four months, during which I
was always dizzy and drowsy from the daily torture of the medicine. I also felt
nauseous and weak, and had edema all over my body. My whole body had become
totally disfigured. What was even more painful was that I was required every
morning to go with the mental patients to a "club" for the so-called
"mental treatments," which included singing and dancing. The two of us
could only sit in the last row and recite the Fa. Often there were a few
specific male and female mental patients who sat in the back and pulled some
obnoxious stunts. In such a filthy place, had I not kept my mind on the Fa, I
would surely have had a mental breakdown. There were also times when my mind was
in chaos, and I felt that I could no longer bear the psychological stress. It
was as if I could no longer stand it for even another minute. I was also afraid
that I would become unable to control myself, so I kept telling myself not to go
crazy and I recited the Fa over and over again, suppressing all kinds of bad
thoughts. I eliminated all sorts of interference and tried hard to calm my mind.
The Jiang regime tried to use torture as a means to turn good, innocent people
into mentally ill people. It was Dafa that helped me make it through the most
difficult crises. Four months later, the Ward Chief contacted my work unit and they sent
someone to pick me up. When I left the hospital, the Chief walked me to the
front entrance with guilt written all over his face. Not long after leaving the
hospital, my eyes began to fester, and even opening them became difficult. The
insides and outsides of my ears also started to fester and ooze yellow fluid, as
did my scalp and neck. It caused itchiness and simply heart-wrenching pain. The festering began in the summer of 2002. To date, the insides and outsides
of my ears and scalp still ooze yellow fluid. The worst festering that I endured
occurred during the two years between 2000 and 2002. Were it not for being a
Falun Gong practitioner, I would have become completely festered and possibly
died. Old acquaintances that saw me couldn't bear to see me looking like that,
and after learning what had happened, they all cried. I was not the only one who went through this. In 2002, while I was in the
drug rehab center, Li Hong, a Dalian Second High School teacher, was also
admitted to the Dalian City Mental Hospital. First, after leaving the hospital,
both of her eyes began to fester. Because she told her supervisors and
colleagues in her work unit about the persecution that she had experienced in
the mental hospital, they reported her to higher authorities. As a result, Li
Hong was then sentenced to two years of forced labor in the notorious Masanjia
Forced Labor Camp. The last time anyone visited her, they reported that her body
was still festering, her hair had turned completely gray and she had become
disfigured beyond recognition. Forced to Leave Home to Avoid the Persecution After leaving the hospital, my work unit, the neighborhood administration
office and the police station had me under constant surveillance. They
continually visited to see what I was doing. One day in April 2002, I was at
home preparing for my daughter's wedding. At around 8 p.m., Liang Kun and Zhao
Guangyuan from the Chunhai Police Station, and two other female workers from the
neighborhood administration office, barged into my home and barbarically
demanded to know, "Do you still have a desire to practice Falun Gong?"
I explained the truth to them, but they replied, "We don't care. Today,
just tell us whether you are still practicing!" I replied resolutely, "Of course, I will still practice." They
immediately ransacked my home and took my hand-written Falun Dafa materials and
exercise audiotapes away from me, and then told me to go to the police station.
At the time, I thought that although my daughter was not a practitioner, for the
past three years she had suffered the pain and horror of losing her mother, and
now her wedding might be cancelled due to this disruption. Because I couldn't
bear to watch her suffer again, I followed them to the police station. (My
attachment to sentimentality towards my family is what caused me to cooperate
with these despicable people, and in the end, my cooperation with them actually
caused harm to my family members.) Soon after my arrival at the police station, another two practitioners were
also sent in by force. One of them was a practitioner in her seventies whose leg
still had wounds that made it difficult for her to walk. At about 10 p.m., we
were sent to Dalian Detention Center located in Nanquanling (a.k.a., Yaojia
Detention Center). The Dalian Police had arrested many practitioners and were
putting them in the detention center. Since it was very close to the
"sensitive day" of April 25 (8), the Dalian
Police were rounding up people on a large scale for arrest. I told one of the
policemen, "You have totally disregarded the law. You are simply randomly
arresting and detaining people. Not only haven't you abided by the law that is
your job to uphold, but you, the ones who best know the law, are flagrantly
violating it. From now on, I'll be on a hunger strike without water to protest
your illegal abductions." I felt that I had not yet come close to being
qualified as a Fa-rectification period Dafa disciple, so this time I resolved to
do well and not give in to the will of the evil forces. I refused to wear the
vest that indicated I was a criminal suspect in the detention center and I
refused to recite the prison's regulations. At first, there was a woman in the detention cell who had a very mean
disposition. However, practitioners kept explaining the facts to her, and she
soon came to understand Falun Dafa and actually began volunteering to help us.
Later, at a time when I was supposed to be force-fed, she volunteered to carry
me over there on her back. She also told me, "Those people from your police
station are the worst. The detention center has been calling them for the past
few days, asking them to come pick you up but they refused. Yesterday, someone
from your police station came to understand your situation and wanted to give
you a sentence. They said that as soon as you started eating, they would
transfer you to another place. A few people have been released from here, but
after a few days they were arrested and sentenced." I told her, "Bear in mind that Falun Dafa is good and that you will be
blessed." She said, "After I'm out of here I'll look for Falun Gong
practitioners." During those few days, my body was exhibiting abnormal symptoms, so the
prison doctor came to take my blood pressure every day. A detention center
"instructor" came and tried to talk me into eating, so I explained the
true situation of Falun Gong to him. He angrily shouted at me, "Let me tell
you something. Don't ever think about leaving here." However, I knew that
he was not the one that called the shots. I mentally vowed to Teacher, "Teacher, I won't acknowledge the evil's
persecution and I resolutely eliminate it." Thirteen days later, the police
station notified my family to come and take me home. I stayed in my relative's
home and rested for a few days. After awhile, police station officers resumed
cruising by in their police cars to look for me all over again. They went to my daughter's work unit several times to ask for my whereabouts,
and they spread rumors in my daughter's work unit to negatively influence her
colleagues. My daughter's work unit supervisor took her aside and asked her to
hand me over to the police. My daughter bravely challenged them, saying,
"If you really can't handle this situation, then why don't you just fire
me?" I was left with no choice but to leave home in order to avoid implicating
others and to avoid further persecution. Later, I heard that those two
practitioners I had seen at the detention center that night were subsequently
sentenced to forced labor after first being released from the detention center,
and were both taken to Masanjia Forced Labor Camp. At around 12 a.m., Officer
Liang Kun took away the older of the two practitioners, Ms. Duan Liwei. The
other practitioner, Ms. Ma Xueqing, was abducted from her work unit. She
reportedly refused to cooperate and the policemen had to carry her to the police
car. Now I cannot return home due to the evil persecution by the Jiang regime. I
lost my normal living environment and my family members also suffered tremendous
emotional stress. Jiang Zemin uses his propaganda machine to lie to the people,
deliberately keeping them ignorant of the truth. He then incites the people to
become hateful toward Falun Gong and practitioners. I will use my personal
experience to expose Jiang's lies that have deceived the entire world. I will
let people clearly see the truth of this persecution and truly understand that
Falun Gong is good.
"To live with no pursuits,
To die with no regrets;
Extinguish all illusory thoughts,
Cultivating Buddhahood is not difficult."
(October 20, 1991), Provisional Translation, March 2001
Chinese version available at
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