(Clearwisdom.net) I'm one of the many Falun Dafa practitioners who have been severely persecuted by the Jiang regime since July 20, 1999. For many years, most of my time was spent in detention centers and labor camps, where I was forced live an inhuman life, enduring all sorts of brutal torture. Because I suffered such cruel persecution and endured long-periods of heavy labor while getting up at 4:00 or 5:00 a.m. and not sleeping until 10:00 at night, my weight dropped from 133 pounds to 78 pounds. I'm still underweight. After reading articles on the Minghui website, I realized that I should document and publish the persecution that I was forced to endure.
I'm in my 60's and live in the countryside. I gained good health and my moral level improved from studying the Fa and practicing Falun Gong. Because of this, I will always want to practice Falun Gong. Isn't this the right thing to do? When Falun Gong was being attacked and framed and my Master slandered, how could I have stayed home? I needed to speak up for Falun Gong and for Master. From the township police substation to Zhongnanhai in Beijing, then from the Central Office of Appeals and finally on to Tiananmen Square, I made my appeals and then waited for the central leaders to give me a just reply. I was very disappointed, however, because their "reply" was to have me arrested and detained in detention centers and forced labor camps. I was treated as one of the criminals who "distrupt social order." In the forced labor camps, I was tortured in all kinds of ways, resulting in a seriously impaired state of health.
I had initially hoped to maintain good health and become a very good person, but for this I suffered inhuman torture. At night, my hands were tied behind me to the bedpost so that I could not sleep, or I was be made to stand with my hands handcuffed above my head, tied to the torture device known as the Death Bed. At three o'clock, I would be forced to stand at the door or window wearing only a sleeveless smock and my underwear, to endure the freezing cold air. Later, because I still refused to renounce Falun Gong, they again escalated my persecution by tying my hands to the side of the bed and shocking me with an electric baton. That pain was unimaginably intense, and I remember thinking that this was really hell in the human world. Just because I practiced the Falun Gong exercises, they beat my face with a wooden board, causing my face immediately to become swollen. Nevertheless, I said that I would continue to practice Falun Gong. Each night they were so afraid that I would get up to practice Falun Gong exercises that they tied one of my arms to the wall for over two months. During that period I could sleep for only two or three hours each night.
To protest the persecution I conducted more than ten fasts in the various places where I was imprisoned.
In the detention center, the police forced us to watch the propaganda "news" of the so-called "Tiananmen self-immolation and murder cases" that had been fabricated by the Jiang regime, so we continued to fast in protest. They then force-fed us twice each day by inserting a feeding tube into our stomachs and feeding us concentrated salt water. We were unable to regurgitate it and were also unable to speak. I had refused to eat or drink anything for three days, so the police deliberately forced me to run 3,000 meters (nearly two miles).
After long-term fasting, my health began to deteriorate, and it became extremely difficult for me to breathe. However, my mind was very calm without even a hint of fear. I recited "Righteous Thoughts and Righteous Actions." Just at that time, the magnificence of Falun Dafa was shown to me, and a Falun began to rotate inside my mouth. Immediately, I regained the ability to breathe normally. At that moment I almost shouted aloud, "Falun Dafa is great!" "Master is great!" "Falun Dafa is a righteous Way!" My heart began to cry when I realized it was our great Master and the Fa of the universe that once again had saved me and that had made me become even more unyielding in order to defeat one evil factor after another. The labor camp officials saw that I had remained steadfast, even though they had persecuted me so severely. They allowed me to take food whenever I wanted it, but whenever I simply refused to eat they began beating my face again.
When I refused to renounce Falun Gong in the brigade where I was originally placed, they transferred me to other brigades. One gang after another shocked me with electric batons during three separate sessions, recharging the batons between sessions. When they realized that they still could not make me renounce Falun Gong, they asked the original brigade to take me back. After I was sent back, the police there shocked me with electric batons again. At that time my heart was as solid as a rock and as stable as Mount Taishan without shaking a bit. Life and death no longer existed in my mind.
I enlightened to the fact that my resolute attitude was based on the solid insistence on reading the book and studying the Fa. In other words, it was Falun Dafa that had defeated the evil minions. Especially during my fasting, they never even treated me like a living being, much less a human being.
When I was down, the guard stepped on my head and the brigade leader stepped on my abdomen. They constantly cursed at me and even forced me to drink vomit. My front teeth became loose, either because of the force-feeding food or from the medicine. Once, because I was fasting, the brigade leader dumped a bowl of rice soup over my head, and the rice and soup dripped down my face. Each day I became a significant object of their persecution. I firmly refused to wear a prison uniform. They beat me and locked up all my clothes, so that I had no choice but to wear the clothing they provided. Because I refused to wear a prison uniform in the detention center, police officer Ma Shuang shackled my feet for seven days and seven nights. I protested the persecution by fasting and refusing to attend any of the activities they had arranged. I refused to sing, didn't join their events. I didn't even attend their flag-raising ceremony. They did not know how to deal with me, so they just let me be.
Because I insisted on practicing the Falun Gong exercises in the detention center and because they had already tried all their coercive tricks and failed, they allowed me to sleep by the wall so the guard would not easily see me meditating during the night. Afterwards, the detention center wanted to send me to the forced labor camp, but the labor camp refused to take me back under any circumstances. So the detention center called the 610 Office, which finally said to send home all practitioners of this kind. The 610 Office said it would be sufficient just to monitor these practitioners so that they do not go to Beijing and to allow these practitioners practice Falun Gong at home. So, just like that, they sent me home.
February 22, 2005
