Ms. Zheng Xiuqing from Yanbian Tortured and Sent to Forced Labor Camp: Her First-hand Account

(Clearwisdom.net) On August 31, 2005, when practitioner Ms. Zheng Xiuqin of Bajiazi Town in Helong City in the Yanbian Area of Jilin Province took her daughter to Yanbian No. 3 Middle School in Dunhua City, she clarified the truth of Falun Gong to the taxi driver. The taxi driver, He Yang, reported her to the police. She and her daughter were illegally arrested by the police patrol from the Dunhua City Police Department. The police tortured Ms. Zheng brutally and seriously injured her. Her daughter, who is not a practitioner, was also beaten cruelly. The police did not want to take responsibility for their injuries, so they ordered Ms. Zheng's family to take them home on September 3.

At 4:30 p.m. on September 16, 2005, three policemen from the Dunhua police patrol and He Yang, the taxi driver who had reported Ms. Zheng to the police, went to the Bajiazi Market Kindergarten. They abducted Ms. Zheng and took her to a forced labor camp to serve a one-year term.

We hope that all practitioners in the Yanbian Area who read this news will send forth righteous thoughts to eliminate all interference and persecution by the evil and strengthen Zheng Xiuqin's righteous thoughts so that she can break away from the evil den.

Ms. Zheng Xiuqin's Statement Bringing Suit against the Policemen at Dunhua City Police Department:

My name is Zheng Xiuqin. I am of Han ethnicity. I was born on September 15, 1963. I live in the 4^th Branch of the Bajiazi Forestry Bureau in Helong City, Jilin Province.

Herewith, I am filing a lawsuit against the policemen of the Dunhua City Patrol who tortured me cruelly, resulting in severe injury. They violated my personal rights.

On August 31, 2005, I took my daughter to school at Dunhua City. At around 6 p.m., the No. 2 Squad of the Dunhua City Patrol abducted my daughter and me and took us to the Dunhua Police Station. They told us that they would ask us some information. Then I was separated from my daughter at the gate and didn't see her again.

They took me to a room on the second floor and put me on a chair. A policeman talked to me for a while. Then another policeman replaced him. I didn't know what time it was. Suddenly I heard my daughter screaming for me in the hallway. I was anxious and wanted to go see what was happening, but the policeman held me back. I asked what they did to my daughter. They said, "We intend to send your daughter back home, but she wouldn't go. She wanted to see you. She is just a kid. We all have kids. What can we do to a kid?" I thought they had sent my daughter back to school. Later I learned that the police didn't care even if she was child. They also beat her severely.

After a while, they handcuffed me and took me to a room on the first floor. In the middle of the room was an iron fence. Inside the fence there was an iron chair. They put me on the chair, pulled my hands behind my back, and handcuffed me. They also put shackles on my feet. Then they put an iron rod in front of my chest and locked me to the rod. The policemen then started to search me and put their hands all over my body. They also took off my shoes. They then interrogated me. A policeman brought some water in a chamber pot and poured the water on my head. The rest of the policemen punched my head. After the beating, they poured another pot of water on my head and beat me again. I felt as if my head was splitting open. I felt dizzy. I couldn't see clearly or think clearly. To force a confession, they beat me like this for three hours and did not allow me to use the bathroom. After being interrogated for an entire night, they sent me to the custody center at dawn. I pointed to the slogan on the wall [probably stating something to the effect that the police safeguard the people] and asked them, "Is this how you policemen treat people?" They cursed me with dirty words.

On the afternoon of September 1, they took me from the custody center to the police station's torture room, where I had been before. They tied me up the same as before. One policeman pulled my hair and another policeman punched my head. I screamed out, "The police are beating people." They quickly pushed a piece of cloth over my mouth to shut me up. They said fiercely, "I will make you an invalid today. Yesterday we poured water on you to shock you with electric batons. But the baton's battery is out. Today I will kill you." A policeman who had beaten me the day before brought an iron rod. He inserted one end of the rod into a hole in the iron chair and pressed the rod against my legs. He stepped on the rod and used force to push it down. The pain in my leg made my entire body shake. I felt weak and dizzy.

They used all sorts of methods to torture me. In the end I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I saw them sitting right in front of me. Because of the torture, I couldn't think properly and mumbled answers to their questions. I didn't know what I was saying. When they untied me from the iron chair and asked me to sign a paper, I saw that what was on the paper was not the facts, so I tore it apart.

Another group of police came to punch and kick me. They kicked me to the ground and kicked my back with their boots. I felt as if my back had broken, and I could no longer stand up. They beat me for a long time. Under such torture, I finally pressed my fingerprints to the paper they forged, against my conscience. Now I understand why those wronged inmates admitted their crimes over night. Under torture they were forced to confess to crimes they didn't commit, just as I did.

When I was sent back to the custody center, I lay on the floor and couldn't get up. I couldn't take in food or water. I lost control over my bladder. My thighs were severely hurt and I couldn't walk. My head was aching terribly. The police were afraid that I might die. Under my strong objections, they asked my family to post bail for medical treatment. At 7 p.m. on September 3 my elder brother came to take me home. When he saw my tortured body, he told the police that he would not assume responsibility for me, as he was afraid that I might die after leaving the custody center. He refused to take me home. I begged him, so he relented and took me home.

I have been under medical care since returning home. Yet I still suffer daily from a headache and do not have a clear mind. I can't think properly. I can't walk. My right shoulder is paralyzed. And because my back was hurt, I can't turn over in bed. Due to these injuries, I can't work any more.

The above is an account of how the police violated my personal rights.

They beat a woman, tortured her physically, and fabricated untrue charges against her. They didn't let policewomen search me, but used men, who touched my body at will. They didn't have policewomen present during the interrogation.

The above is my account of the treatment I received at the hands of the Dunhua City police.

Following are some of the people and units involved in the persecution.

He Yang is the taxi driver of Dunhua City who reported on me.

Dunhua City Police Patrol: 86-433-6360358
Political Director of Dunhua City Police Patrol: 86-13304478100 (Cell)
Policeman Cao: 86-13844301385
Policeman A: 86-13341530666
Dunhua Custody Center: 86-433-6682301
Dunhua City 610 Office: 86-433-6252610"

Signed,
Zheng Xiuqin
September 5, 2005

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