A Practitioner and Her Family Endure Five Years of Persecution
(Clearwisdom.net)After my
graduation in 1988, I was given a government job in Beijing. I started a family
and led an outwardly happy life. But deep down I wasn't really happy. I didn't
know what the meaning of life is. I didn't know the meaning of true joy. Fortunately, in 1995 I started practicing Falun Gong, which benefited me both
mentally and physically. My concept of the world changed. I become optimistic
and I was able to comprehend and be tolerant of others. Since my job entailed handling economic issues for our country, accepting
gifts from customers in the import/export business was a regular affair. Prior
to my practicing Falun Dafa, I always felt that there was nothing wrong with
accepting gifts. But after I started to cultivate, I recognized that it was not
proper. I was strict with myself and tried to be a truly good person, as taught
by Teacher(1). In July of 1999, the former leader of China Jiang Zemin initiated the
persecution and suppression of Falun Gong and those who practice it. On July the 20th and 21st, I went to Beijing to the
Appeal Bureau to tell them the facts about Falun Gong. When I arrived I found
that many other practitioners were also there to appeal. Police and police
vehicles were everywhere. Before we were able to reach the Appeal Bureau, we
were intercepted by police and loaded on a bus and detained in an open gymnasium
in the Shijingshan Section. We were released that night after our names,
addresses and workplaces had been recorded. Since then, my workplace stopped me from working. I was forced to watch
videos and read newspapers, magazines, and documents slandering Falun Gong in my
unit leader's office. During that period, it felt like each day was as long as a year. Every day I
was forced to watch videos slandering Dafa and Teacher. When I told others the
truth about Dafa, I was told to shut up. Under this tremendous pressure, I kept
silent. To prevent me from getting in touch with other practitioners, my unit
leader ordered me not to take any phone calls and sent someone to escort me back
and forth from home. My bonus was suspended and now my work and family life was
in chaos. On December 27, 1999 I found out that Falun Dafa practitioners Li Chang and
Yao Jie were to be tried in the Beijing City Second Intermediate People Court. I
brought my ID with me so that I could sit in the courtroom. Uniformed and
plainclothes police surrounded the courtroom. I showed my ID to the police
guarding the court door and told them my intention. I was taken to a bus parked
beside the court. There were many practitioners the bus. More practitioners who
were attempting to sit in the courtroom were continuously taken to the bus.
Following this we were imprisoned in the Beijing City Public Security Zhaoyang
Branch Station. The reason for our imprisonment was said to be "disturbing
social order". On the evening of January the 4th, I was released. On the morning of January the 5th, a day after I was released, my unit
section head (a woman) and another colleague came to my house. Two police
claiming to be responsible for the security in my area also came to visit. One
of them kept telling me: Why are you practicing Falun Gong? Why not practice
something else? While he was talking, he kept searching my household. When I
asked for his work ID and search warrant, he suggested that we go to my office.
During this time, my husband usually took our child to school and then returned
home. I believed what they told me and both my husband and I went with them. I
realized I would be arrested when I saw that the road we were taking wasn't the
way to my office. They took me to the Third Affiliated Hospital (a mental
hospital) of Beijing Medical School. I tried to escape, but they guarded all the
car doors. Four men (two police, my colleague and my husband) each took hold of
my limbs and carried me into the hospital hallway. I struggled to try to free
myself. My long gown slipped from me and my glasses fell off. I cried out:
"I am a Falun Gong practitioner. I am not a mental patient." I was taken to a consulting room. A doctor asked me some questions. I told
her my bitter experience. She diagnosed me as clear-headed and refused to accept
me. Police weren't going to give up and negotiated with the hospital. I was
detained in the hospital that afternoon and was taken to a women's section in
the fourth floor. I was ordered to change into a hospital gown. My shoes, belt,
outer garments and money were confiscated. I stayed there until January the
13th. I came into contact with all kinds of mental patients for eight sleepless
nights. It was an unforgettable experience. On the evening when I first entered the hospital, because I refused to eat, I
was tied to an metal bed by four nurses. I was regarded as a special patient and
was forced to accept special treatment. The treatment was: "Don't insist on
practicing Falun Gong. If you continue insisting, it will influence your future
and your husband's future, destroying your family." I met a male Falun Gong
practitioner in the men's section on the second floor. He was a sophomore in
college. He went to appeal and was detained. His parents were able to have him
released on bail. To preserve his school register and so as not to affect his
future, his parents sent him to the mental hospital, under the suggestion by
police. He had been there for several months and was forced to take medicine and
other drugs by injection. On February the 4th, my mother, my daughter and I went to Tiananmen Square
and unfurled a banner that read "Truthfulness, Benevolence, and
Forbearance."(2) My mother and I were arrested for the second time. In the Zhaoyang Detention Center, police used methods such as sentence
reduction and early release to coerce other prisoners to beat and insult
practitioners so as to force us to give up our cultivation. Because several
practitioners and I were practicing the Falun Gong exercises, the head of the
guards instigated several prisoners to beat our faces with a shoe's sole and
kicked our chests and backs while using vulgar language to scold us. In early March, I was sentenced to serve one year in a forced labor camp
(2/6/2000 ~ 2/5/2001). Later, a person from my workplace came to the detention
center to notify me that I had been expelled from the Communist Party. At the
end of March, I was told I could serve my sentence outside the labor camp, thus
I was released on probation. After I came home from the detention center, I found out my husband had sent
our 8-year-old daughter to a relative's home that was thousands of miles away
from Beijing. My workplace refused to let me go back to work, and my salary and
benefits had been stopped since the time of my detainment. On April 20, I was
told to choose between: (a) give up the practice of Falun Gong and go back to
work, or (b) continue to practice Falun Gong and resign from my job with a
government agency. I firmly believe that there is nothing wrong with being a good person, and
there is nothing wrong with practicing "Truthfulness, Compassion, and
Tolerance." I chose the latter and left the job that I had and loved for
almost 12 years. My child was sent away and I lost my job. All the pressure made my husband
depressed and unhappy. He said on many occasions that he wanted a divorce. Very
often he would get angry with me, and even threw things around. My home had lost
the warmth and comfort of its former days. On December 31, 2000, the police stopped me while I was out shopping. In
broad daylight and with many eyewitnesses, three police officers forced me into
the back of a police vehicle. I accused them breaking the law while working as
law enforcement officers, but they said I was still serving my sentence and they
could arrest me anytime. (The real reason was that they were afraid of Falun
Gong practitioners going to Beijing to appeal on the first day of the New Year.)
They searched my handbags and body searched me. In my bag, they found two pieces
of paper with "Falun Dafa is Good" and "Falun Dafa suffers the
Biggest Injustice in History." written on them. I was sent to the detention
center again. I was held in the detention center for three and a half months. Other than
being interrogated once on January 1, 2001, I did not leave the dark, cold, and
damp jail cell. The cell was about 20 square meters (about 210 square feet)
large, and there were 20 to 30 prisoners in the cell. In the long three and a
half months, we were punished with a method called the "sitting board"
(3) for over 10 hours everyday. Several times, I was awakened in the middle of
the night and forced to sit on the board. The jail police regularly searched the
cell, and they strip-searched us. We had two meals a day, usually steamed
cornbread and cabbage boiled in water. There was no hot water to take a shower.
I would rinse my head and body under the cold running water when I could not
stand the filth anymore. My sentence was extended for another year. On March 15,
I was sent to the prison dispatch center. Anyone who has stayed at a prison dispatch center knows it is one of the
darkest places run by the Chinese government. We were forced to work 16 to 17
hours a day. I was forced to carry sacks that weighed over 100 pounds each. The
sacks were full of disposable chopsticks that were made by machines. We were
told to carry the bags from the courtyard to each room in the female prisoner
wing. The room was about 12 to 13 square meters (about 130 square feet) in size,
and there were over a dozen prisoners in each room. We were told to package the
chopsticks into a small paper bags that had "Disinfected" labels. But
none of us even washed our hands. The chopsticks were stepped on, left on the
beds, or piled up on the floor. There was no disinfection procedure at all. The
police would have us put these chopsticks into cardboard boxes printed with
"sanitized disposable chopsticks" on the label. We were slave labor
for the prison police. In this filthy place, we packaged disposable chopsticks
with our dirty and bleeding hands. The police used our slave labor to deceive
the world and make money. We worked and slept in the same room. We were not allowed to walk around
(there was no room to walk around anyway). We could not leave the room without
permission. We could use the toilet only twice a day. One day, I was summoned to the office for refusing to read articles that
slandered Falun Gong. We were supposed to take turns in reading them aloud while
others were working. A jail guard wearing leather boots punished me by kicking
me and stepping on my head. The punishment lasted about half an hour. On April 6, I was sent to Xin'an Forced Labor Camp in the Daxin District of
Beijing. There I lived my life in total absence of justice. There were 50 to 60
people sent to the labor camp on that day, and 90% of them were Falun Dafa
practitioners. We were assigned to different brigades upon arriving at the labor
camp. I and over a dozen others were assigned to the No. 5 brigade. We were
strip-searched by the police. Afterwards, we were assigned to different units.
The No. 5 brigade had seven units, with about 120 prisoners in total. Among the
prisoners, only 5 or 6 were regular inmates, all the rest were Falun Dafa
practitioners. The moment I arrived at my unit, 3 or 4 people who had already been forced to
give up Falun Dafa surrounded me. At first, they tried to convince me to give up
the practice. When I refused to listen to them, they started shouting, beating
and kicking me. That night, I was summoned to the jail guard office and was
forced to stand facing the wall. Time after time, I fell asleep standing and
almost fell down. The jail police arranged a few regular inmates to keep an eye
on me; they woke me up over and over again. After one night of standing, those
people continued to surround me and tried to brainwash me the next day. They
arranged people to keep talking to me throughout the next night. I was not
allowed to sleep. I was told that if I still refused to write a guarantee
statement, no one in my unit would be allowed to sleep. Not everyone in my unit
was a Falun Dafa practitioner. My heart was moved knowing that they would be
deprived of sleep after a whole day of work because of me. I was confused. Even
though I wanted to persevere, I felt more exhausted than I had ever felt before.
I thus allowed the evil to take advantage of this gap in my understanding (4). Every day, besides being forced to perform heavy labor, we were also forced
to watch video programs that defamed Falun Gong and slandered Falun Gong
practitioners. These programs were skillfully edited to take things out of
context for the purpose of brainwashing jailed practitioners. During my imprisonment, my husband fell ill due to depression and the
pressure from everything around him. He was hospitalized and diagnosed with
hepatitis-B. When his workplace became aware of my situation, they tried to
pressure my husband to divorce me. Under the persecution, my family was broken up because of my belief in
Truthfulness, Compassion, and Tolerance. My mother had been detained 14 times
because she persisted in practicing Falun Gong. In order to avoid further
persecution, she lived without a fixed residence for over half a year. After serving the two-year sentence, with a lot of help, I was able to find a
job. I brought my daughter back to Beijing. But the local police and the
neighborhood administrative office still harassed me constantly. To understand
my thoughts and emotional state, they called and visited me regularly. My family
lived in constant fear because of me. Right before "10.1" (5) of 2002, the local police, "610
Office" and the neighborhood administrative office again visited me; they
wanted me to answer a survey. I refused their request. When they tried to take
me away forcefully, I said to the police, "I am no longer a member of the
Communist Party, you have no right to know what I think, even less to have me
think the same way as the Communist Party! My husband is very ill right now, I
cannot go with you!" Their attempt failed that time. Notes: 1. Teacher - respectfully referring to the founder of Falun Gong, Mr Li
Hongzhi. 2. Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance -- the three principles taught in
Falun Gong. 3. Sitting Board - Everyday, practitioners put their hands on top of their
laps, with backs straight and sitting on benches 18 hours per day. This
continued for over fifty days. The authorities even limited practitioners'
restroom use. Because of the long time spent sitting on hard benches,
practitioners' buttocks grew big sores that hurt badly. Practitioners could not
even urinate normally because of the pain. Because the labor camp was very damp,
the police would not allow practitioners to have air ventilation or the chance
to get some sunlight, and practitioners were locked up for so long, countless
red scabies grew on the entire body of the practitioner; they were incomparably
itchy and painful. 4. Solemn declaration will be published separately. September 7, 2004
5. "10.1" denotes October 1, which is the National Day of the People's
Republic of China.
Chinese version available at
http://www.minghui.ca/mh/articles/2004/9/9/83666.html
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