Break of Dawn (Part III)
By Ms. Zhou Huimin, a Falun Dafa practitioner from Sichuan Province
(Clearwisdom.net) (Continued from: Part 1: http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2005/5/6/60397.html Part 2 http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2005/5/7/60423.html) At the Pi County Detention Center At the end of November, we were transferred to the Pi County Detention
Center, located in Chengdu City. We were told to get up at 3 a.m. in the morning and gather our personal
belongings. Around 4 a.m. we were handcuffed together in pairs. We were told
that all practitioners detained in the Longquanyi Detention Center were to be
transferred. Outside the gate, there were many guards and armed policemen
blocking the streets; a long line of public buses and police vehicles were lined
up. We were then pushed onto a bus. We could see that many prisoners and
practitioners had filled the buses in front of ours. There was a line of armed
policemen along the street to prevent anyone from escaping. It was clear that we
were part of a very long convoy of buses, police vehicles and other vehicles.
There was absolutely no traffic in our way, because policemen blocked each
intersection we passed through. As soon as we reached the Pi County Detention Center, the policemen lead us
along a long hall where there were many cell blocks on each side. Each cell
block has 24 cells, 12 on each floor, and each cell could hold 20 to 30
prisoners. We heard a prisoner say that this detention center cost more than two
hundred million yuan (US $24,000,000) to build. Almost Beaten to Death for Refusing to Number Off At the second evening cell check, the guards had other prisoners drag us
practitioners to the head count muster, and we all refused to go. After we were
all asleep that night, two female guards and one male guard rushed into our cell
and started to handcuff us. The male guards ordered prisoners, "Get up and
get moving!" A group of prisoners quickly got up and threw our blankets
aside, dragged Tao Juhua out of bed first, and asked her, "Do you want to
be handcuffed?" Ms. Tao answered, "No!" A group of prisoners then
dragged Zhao Xiangrong, and attempted to forcibly handcuff her. We all refused
to be handcuffed. One guard and several prisoners then grabbed Ms. Tao's hair,
and beat her brutally. The male guard dragged Zhao Xiangrong down to the floor
from her bed, punched her face violently, then mercilessly restrained her by
stepping on her face. Another group of prisoners forced me to the floor and
forcibly handcuffed me. That night, Ms. Tao, Ms. Zhao and I were forced to sit on the bed boards
without blankets, freezing in the cold. Ms. Tao's hair had been pulled out in
handfuls. Although we were handcuffed, we still refused to participate in the
prisoners' head count. We sat together, recited the Fa, and sent
forth righteous thoughts. Ms. Tao and Ms. Zhao were taking care of me, because I
had scabies all over my body. I could not fall asleep due to the discomfort.
They remained with me and helped me by sending forth righteous thoughts, to
reduce my suffering. About a week later, the cell door opened. A female guard named Zhao shouted,
"No. 3 no-name person, gather your belongings (we never reported our names
to them)." Ms. Zhao was transferred to a cell on the upper floor. We could
hear Zhao Xiangrong and Zhu Yinfang recite the Fa loudly from the upper floor
(we did not know that we should just recite it in our minds). Tao Juhua and I
had been sending forth righteous thoughts also. Guard Li (male, his father was
the director of this detention center) called cell leader Xu Qing, a female
prisoner, and instructed her on how to torture us. Xu Qing grabbed rags that
were used for cleaning the toilets and stuffed them into our mouths. They rushed
onto our beds while we were sending forth righteous thoughts. I moved in front
of Ms. Tao to protect her. A prisoner came from the side and dragged Ms. Tao
away from me, and then whipped her head with a plastic hanger. Another group of
prisoners came and threw Ms. Tao down to the floor, and kicked her violently.
She was surrounded by them, then got away, but was beaten down again. Prisoners
wearing leather boots kicked her lower back and belly violently. The cell
leader, Xu Qing, and another tall prisoner forced me down. Because both Ms. Tao
and I were handcuffed, the handcuffs cut into our flesh, and became tighter and
tighter. I tried so hard to get rid of the two on top of me, and pulled two
prisoners off of Ms. Tao. The prisoners then forced me onto the bed, threw Ms.
Tao by her hair down to the floor again, and kicked her very cruelly. Ms. Tao
broke through them, screamed with pain, and then started to fall to the floor. I used all my strength to run and catch her, as she fell down on my
handcuffs. I shouted, "Stop beating her!" They ended the violence. I
moved Ms. Tao's body gently and held her against my chest. Her face was so pale,
and then she started vomiting. There were egg sized bruises on her head from the
kicking; her left elbow was missing a large piece of flesh and her body was
covered with wounds. I cannot describe my feeling at that time; tears poured
down my cheeks. Ms. Tao passed out. I said to her in my heart, Juhua, you cannot die, you
must get through this! With tears streaming down my cheeks, I recited Master's
words from "Fa-Rectification Period Dafa Disciples," as well as his
teaching, "This is not the first time in the course of the degenerating history
that evil forces have persecuted cultivators. Isn't this a recurrence of what
Jesus experienced in his day? Didn't Buddha Sakyamuni experience this,
too?" ("Path") After a long while, Ms. Tao opened her eyes slightly, and said to me quietly,
"Don't be sad." Then she closed her eyes tightly. That night three female guards came to check the cells, I told them, "A
Falun Dafa disciple has been beaten and wounded badly." They pretended not
to hear me at all. I then shouted to them, "A Falun Dafa disciple has been
beaten and wounded badly!" They did not even turn their heads. After many
practitioners strongly requested, they finally took Ms. Tao's handcuffs off. Ms.
Tao was in bed five whole days without eating or drinking a single drop of
water. She started to drink a little bit of water on the sixth day. After that
experience, the villains stopped asking Ms. Tao and I to join the head count.
Guard Du said, "Don't bother with these two Falun Gong practitioners,
beating won't work for them." One day around 9 a.m., the electronic cell door opened, and the guard shouted
that Ms. Tao and I should be interrogated. Because Tao Juhua was still very
weak, she could not walk, and we did not want to go. After a while, I saw Zhu
Yinfang from the upper floor cell. She told me, "We should request that
they release us." I told her that Tao Juhua was still very weak from being
beaten; and she said, "Let's help her get over this." I helped Ms. Tao
move out of our cell, then immediately saw Ms. Zhao Xiangrong, who was squatting
on the floor shackled in the "dragon holding the column" position. In
this torture, both hands are handcuffed around one leg. The shackles have three
heavy metal weights. Being shackled in this way makes one unable to stand
straight, and one is completely out of balance. (See illustration at: http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2004/10/11/53360.html) When Ms. Zhao saw we were all there; she started moving herself with
difficulty towards the interrogation building. The female guard was following us
quietly. Zhu Yinfang said, "These two ladies have been tortured until they
are in this condition, and I was severely beaten also." Ms. Zhu's lips
still carry the wounds from the beating. No one said a word, only the heavy
weights on Ms. Zhao's shackles made a loud noise as she moved along. It was very
difficult for Ms. Zhao to move around; she needed a rest to catch her breath.
Ms. Zhu said with a heavy heart, "You see her hair was pulled out from
large areas of her scalp." At this time, we discovered that some areas of red skin appeared on Ms.
Zhao's head. She was wearing soaking wet clothes and shoes without socks. When
she talked and raised her head, we noticed that her face was very swollen, as
were her hands and feet. She told us after she was transferred to the cell on
the upper floor, that the guards encouraged the prisoners to brutally beat her,
in order to stop her from sending forth righteous thoughts or doing the
exercises. She was later locked in a cell downstairs during the night, where
prisoners sentenced to short terms were detained. The guards told the prisoners
to restrain her and put the "Dragon holding the column" shackles on
her. They also taped her mouth with yellow packing tape around her head. Then,
they started taking turns kicking and beating her, then they trampled her. Zhao
Xiangrong said, "If my head were a ball, it would have exploded." After all those prisoners were too tired to beat her any longer, they started
to pour cold water on her slowly. Her whole body was soaked all the way to the
skin. She could not change her clothes because of the shackles and handcuffs.
She had been in cold wet clothes for three days. That female guard urged Ms.
Zhao to keep moving. We begged her take that torture device off, but she replied
that she did not have the key. My heart was broken seeing Zhao Xiangrong hardly
able to move an inch. We could not carry her, because of her shackles and the
three heavy weights attached to them. It took us more than 50 minutes to walk through that long hallway. We were
interrogated in four separated rooms. We strongly requested that the detention
center release us, since we were innocent of any crime. We "clarified the
truth", and told the detention center personnel how many tortures we had
endured, but to no avail; we were taken back to our cell. Elderly Practitioners in Their Sixties Went on a Hunger Strike The Dafa practitioners who were newly jailed had to call out their cell
numbers together with the regular prisoners. If the practitioners did not obey,
the guards would order the the prisoners to drag them to the middle of the
prisoners and sit among them. Zhang Kunxiu, a 60-year-old practitioner from
Chengdu Seamless Steel Tube Factory, and Wang Gongli from the No. 2 Railway
Bureau were dragged cruelly by the prisoners. Zhang Kunxiu was pressed to the
ground and was choked for a long time. The police also dragged her towards the
prisoners. Tang Ying from Jianshe Road, Chengdu City was on a hunger strike for
over ten days to protest the illegal detention and the abuse. She was physically
so feeble that she could hardly stand, and she was reduced to skin and bone. The
prisoners also dragged her out to force-feed her. Seven or eight prisoners held
her down and force-fed her with a spoon. She refused to open her mouth. The
prisoners actually stood on her stomach. Every time after she was force-fed and
taken back to the cell, her body was covered with porridge and water. Tang Ying
had difficulty speaking, and left in the hands of the guards, she was tortured
at will. In the afternoon of December 31, Tang Ying's life was in great danger.
When the prison doctor came over to giver her medical check-up, her pulse was
very, very weak and her blood pressure was not detectable. The labor camp
immediately released Tang Ying. In order to stop the police from making the prisoners torture practitioners
inhumanly, six practitioners in our cell started a hunger strike together. On
the following day, police ordered the prisoners to drag us out one after another
and force-feed us. When it came to my turn, the prisoners dragged me to the
ground outside of our cell. Seven or eight prisoners pressed their weight over
my head, chocked me and restrained my hands and legs. The prison doctor, whose
last name was Fu (female), force-fed a tube into my nose. The tube did not go
into my stomach. It stopped in my mouth. I bit the tube to stop them from
force-feeding me. The prison doctor again had the prisoners choke me. They took
out the tube and poked it into my stomach again. I felt so uncomfortable that
thick mucus flowed out from the corner of my mouth. My clothes were stained with
this mucus. My esophagus was injured and blood flowed out of my mouth. I
squatted down in the lavatory and vomited. A prisoner told Doctor Fu that I was
vomiting. Fu just cursed her. On the next day, they dragged me out to force-feed
me again. Once more, seven or eight people pressed me down. At this moment, I
kept biting the tube and refused to be force-fed. My heart beat so fast that I
felt it was unbearable. When doctor Fu saw that my face had changed color, she
used her stethoscope to listen to my heartbeat, and told the prisoners to lay me
down flat on the floor. Doctor Fu then asked them not to touch me. Ever since
that time, they did not drag me out to force-feed me again. Sentenced to Forced Labor Again for One Year One night, after I had been on a hunger strike for over ten days, the guards
had a prisoner carry me out of the cell to the ground floor of the Investigation
Room of the labor camp. A young policeman had a notice about a labor camp
sentence and asked me to sign it. I said, "I have done nothing wrong in
wanting to be a good person. I should not be sent to a labor camp." He
asked the prisoner who carried me to take the notice and this policeman left.
After returning to our cell, the prisoner showed me the notice that said that I
was sentenced to one year of forced labor. The following day, I was taken to the
transferring cell. Again I went on a hunger strike. In the morning, two days
later, Director Leng (female) ordered the prisoners to bring me out, saying that
they wanted to talk to both Mao Kun and myself. Hardly had Mao Kun and I stepped
out of the iron gate of the cell when some prisoners were already waiting there
to push us down and force-feed us with porridge. When I did not open my mouth,
the prisoners pressed my head hard and choked me. They used a thick foot-long
and pointed piece of bamboo to pry open my mouth. They injured my mouth and
broke my teeth, but they still were not successful in force-feeding me. The
prisoners simply threw the bowl of porridge over my face. My face, hair and coat
were all full of the porridge. Sent to Nanmusi Women's Labor Camp Again In the early morning of February 4, 2002, someone told us to pack up our
things. The military police and a guard with the last name of Li (female)
handcuffed seven of us practitioners together with the other prisoners, and sent
us to Nanmusi Women's Labor Camp in Zizhong, Sichuan Province. Since I was physically very feeble and had no strength to even stand up, the
police from the No. 5 Team asked the prisoners to take off my clothes and search
me. After that, they jailed me in a cell with two prisoners keeping watch over
me. They forced me to sit on a 20-centimeter-wide plastic stool in an "army
corps" posture. I continued with my hunger strike. The team leader, Wang
Shan ordered the prisoners to take me out to force-feed me. I told them,
"My heartbeat is so fast, you must not force-feed me." The prisoners
said, "Force-feed her, and force-feed her to death." They took me to
the hospital of the labor camp to feed me through my nose. They poked the tube
into my mouth and I bit it hard. The smell of the rubber tube made me vomit and
my heartbeat got faster. I thought if I bit the tube in this way I could stop
them from torturing me. Hu Rong, the nurse who was force-feeding me (and who was
the former guard of the No. 7 Falun Gong Team) saw that they could not force the
tube down, so they asked the director of the hospital to force in a hard tube
and pushed it down into my nose. As the tube was pushed in, I could here where
the flesh of my trachea was poked and injured. My stomach was also damaged. I could not stop vomiting blood after being sent back to the confinement
cell. After two days of vomiting, a prisoner reported to the team leader Wang
Shan that I kept vomiting. Wang told the prisoners to take me to the hospital
and have a medical check-up. The doctor told the team leader Ma that "Zhou
Huimin's blood pressure is not detectable. Her heartbeat is so fast that she has
to be hospitalized immediately." I was admitted to the labor camp hospital
on the second floor, Bed 16. They handcuffed me to the iron bed and gave me an
infusion. I had been on a hunger strike for almost one month by that time. My
whole body was swollen, my face was misshapen and I could not open my eyes. The
hospital tried to reduce the swelling but failed. Team leader Wang was so angry
that he asked for two prisoners to drag me to the mirror and cursed me,
"Look at yourself, how swollen you are, you don't look like a human being,
neither do you look like a ghost." I said, "I am not guilty, I demand
to be released. I will get healthy again after I go home and do the Falun Gong
exercises. The labor camp is not a place that I should stay. If you don't
release me, I won't take any food. I will stay on a hunger strike to get back my
right to have my belief." It was the Chinese New Year of 2002. Those
prisoners and police officers took turns to come to the hospital to take care of
me, and they force-fed me with infusions. They cursed me with vicious language. I was in the hospital for ten more days, with my face and body badly swollen.
My heartbeat was still very fast and my life was in great danger. Under this
situation, the labor camp finally had to notify my family to come pick me up. My Family Was Extorted For Money Team leader Wang Shan and Doctor Qing asked my family to pay over one
thousand yuan before they released me. They extorted the five hundred yuan that
my sister-in-law had on her at the time. They even took away the one hundred
yuan that my friend had for travel expenses. Again they asked for money from my
older brother. My brother saw that I had been tortured by them and that I was
dying, so he said, "We don't want her, just send us her ash box after she
is dead, and I will find you people later." When they saw that they could
not extort any money from my family, they asked my sister-in-law to borrow some
money to pay them. Since my sister-in-law was eager to rescue me, she borrowed
money and got me out. This happened on February 16, 2002. Miracle in Dafa Finally I was freed. On the way home, I was telling them about my experience
of being tortured in the jail, and how I remained steadfast in believing in
Master and Dafa when facing all the tribulations. The driver took me from the
labor camp all the way home. During those short two hours, when my family and I
were in the car, we all witnessed something amazing. My swollen face was not
swollen any more. When we arrived at home, even though I was all but a skeleton,
I walked up to the fifth floor without anybody helping me. My family witnessed
this extraordinary phenomena happening to me and their happiness was beyond
description. My friends also witnessed this miracle. Ever since then, they all
knew the miracle of Dafa and that Falun Dafa is good. Abducted Again At around 1:00 p.m. on September 2, 2002, I rode my bike to clarify the
truth by handing out some truth-clarifying VCDs. While I was in the
Chengdu Fire-fighting Facilities Factory, someone reported me as I was giving
out the truth-clarifying VCDs. I was taken to the Chengdu City Huangwajie Police
Station. The police took away my purse, cell phone and over two hundred yuan and also
my personal phone books (which they have not returned to this day). I tried to
clarify the truth to the police, but they just did not listen. A young policeman
said, "If you say that again, I will beat you to death." I thought
that the chance to meet them was rare, so no matter how they treated me, I kept
telling them the benefits of Falun Dafa and telling them that I was innocent of
any crime. The police handcuffed me to a long bench outside of the office. After
a while, some policemen came over to take pictures of me. I didn't allow them to
take any pictures. Four or five of them pressed me down, some of them pulled my
hair, some chocked me, trying to forcefully take my picture. Immediately I
begged Master, "Master, I don't want them to take my picture." At this
moment, I felt very light physically, and finally, they failed to take any
pictures. Police Grabbed My Neck and Pushed Me into the Pi County Detention Center In the evening, two policemen and one policewoman handcuffed me and forced me
into a van to take me to the Pi County Detention Center. I firmly refused. They
forcibly carried me into the van. Upon arrival at the Pi County Detention
Center, the police dragged me out of the van, grabbed me by the neck, and pushed
and dragged me into the office. It did not take long to finish the paperwork.
That policewoman grabbed me again by the neck and pushed me into a cell in
Division 12. My neck was stiff and very painful for several days and I found it
hard to breathe. Once again I started a hunger strike to protest the illegal
detention. The next morning, a prison doctor surnamed Fu said I had not had a health
checkup upon entering the detention center, and thus checked my blood pressure
and listened to my heartbeat. After listening to my heartbeat, Doctor Fu stood
up and said to the cell head, "Her heartbeat is very fast, already more
than 120 times per minutes." Finally the cell head told an inmate to dump
the soup for force-feeding, since they did not dare to force-feed me while I was
in that condition. On the 5th day of my hunger strike, a prison doctor surnamed Tang
(male) and some guards handcuffed me and sent me to Qingyang District Hospital
in Chengdu City. On the fourth floor in the hospital, there is a special room
exclusively for persecuting Falun Gong practitioners. All the windows were
covered with welded iron bars. There were four beds in the room; each one had a
pair of handcuffs and chains attached. Monitoring devices were installed in the
room. Guards were on duty in front of the room 24 hours a day, with each shift
consisting of two guards from the detention center and two armed police. When I
was carried in, Dafa practitioner Tao Juhua was sent back to the detention
center. Wang Bing, a 16-year-old practitioner who also was handcuffed there,
said, "When Tao Juhua was sent back to the detention center, she was unable
to see from time to time. She was also too weak to speak, and had to use hand
signs." The armed police guards carried me onto the bed, and chained my
lower legs to the iron bed frame. They then forced an IV into me and inserted a
catheter tube. It was so painful that I felt cold all over my body. I would not
allow them to persecute me like that. So I removed the IV tube and dumped the
injecting solution and medicine as well. We four practitioners decided to resist
such inhuman torture. At 9:00 p.m. every day, the guard applied another pair of handcuffs to my
right leg. The handcuffs were too tight and as a result, they cut into the
flesh. The other end of the handcuffs was clamped onto the bed frame and I was
left this way from 9:00 p.m. until 10:00 a.m. the following day. They also
twisted, raised, and chained our hands onto an iron frame from above, so that
our entire body was stretched out straight. Being chained like this, one's body
would become numb all over. On the No. 3 bed, there was an elderly fellow
practitioner who did not reveal his name. Throughout the night, this
practitioner was groaning because of the pain, as well as vomiting and having
bowel movements with blood in the stool. Wang Bing's vertebra was already broken
due to the torture. Ms. Wang is a student from the Deyang Art and Gymnastic
College. Her mother Chen Xiangyi is still detained in Chuanxi Women Prison in
Longquan, Chengdu City. Wang Bing's teeth were clenched. Even through her
expression of pain, I could see her determination in Master and Dafa ¡V she had
been on a hunger strike for more than one month. Huang Lisha on Bed No. 4 was
persecuted to death like that. Huang Lisha was transferred from the Second
Hospital in Qingyang District, which also has special rooms to persecute
practitioners. Both Huang Lisha and I had stayed in Nanmusi Women Labor Camp.
Although we saw each other in such a situation, we were still very happy to see
each other. Every day, I recited to them from Zhuan Falun and
other writings of Master, "A Great Enlightened Being does not fear hardship ("Righteous Thoughts and Righteous Actions") Since I had not had any water for a very long time, sometimes I felt
uncomfortable and vomited. Wang Bing said to me in tears, "You are our
backbone, since you can recite the Fa and Master's article to us. You have to
make it!" No matter how much pain I was in, I nodded to her with a smile to
comfort her. After all, she was only 16 years old. And she was persecuted like
that! Evildoing People Continued to Persecute Me Even When I was on the Brink of
Death After being persecuted for more than 10 days at the Qingyang District
Hospital, the hospital officials saw that my physical health had become very
bad. So they notified the Huangwajie Police Station, who had sent me there. The
Huangwajie Police Station then notified Chengzhong Police Station in Jianyang
City, where my residence was registered. Thus, police from both Huangwajie
Police Station and Chengzhong Police Station came to pick me up. A young
policeman said, "How come she has changed so much after staying here for
just over than 10 days?" Armed police removed the chains from my feet, and
asked policeman Si Wenxian (from Chengzhong Police Station) if I would be
released. The policeman said, "No." I was sent to the elevator in a
cart. Si Wenxian opened the van, placed me in the back, and shut the door. After
arriving at the Chengzhong Police Station, they carried me out and placed me on
a wooden stool in the waiting room of the police station. After a while, they
sent me to Jianyang Detention Center and left me on the floor. Seeing I was very
skinny and fearing I would die there, the policeman on duty told Si Wenxian and
other policemen, "You need to take her somewhere else." Si Wenxian
asked the police station head to call the policeman on duty, requesting that
they forcibly hold me there. This policeman then ordered two male inmates to
carry me to the innermost cell in the prison. More than 30 practitioners were detained there. It was because of the 16th
National Congress that they were being secretly detained. Because I was vomiting
blood and had a rapid heartbeat, the police guard asked inmates to take me out
of the cell the following day. Male prisoners brought a death bed
and bound me onto it for a forced IV injection. By then, I had not drunk
anything for more than 20 days. My blood vessels and muscles had shrunk. The
prison doctor tried for a long time, but could not find a blood vessel.
Eventually, he inserted the needle somewhere based on his feeling. Because the
injection did not go smoothly, my upper arm was very painful and became severely
swollen in a short time. The doctor then told inmates to warm my upper arm with
hot towels. The heat caused many blisters on the upper arm, and it was very
painful. Later, the prison doctor told the guard that the IV injection was more
than 30 drops per minute, and my heartbeat was more than 100. He dared not to
continue the injection. The next day, about 10 practitioners placed the paper
¡V on which I had spit up blood ¡V into a bowl. They then took it to prison
officer Zeng, requesting that I be released. The prison officials not only did
not release me, but transferred me by ambulance to a hospital at noon. I was
hospitalized in a room on the third floor for further persecution. A group of people took turns watching me around the clock. They were from the
Jiancheng Town Government, the Jiancheng City 610 Office, and
Chengzhong Police station. Each shift had four people. Policemen from all
sections of the city participated in taking shifts to watch me. They wanted to
force me to have an IV injection again. I told the town government head Liu
Huaigu, "I do not need IV injections. I am a practitioner. If I go back
home to study the Fa and do the exercises, my health will recover naturally.
There is nothing wrong in my practicing Falun Gong and being a good person. You
cannot continue persecuting me like this. I request that you release me
immediately." At midnight, the hospital sent a notice stating I was in a life-threatening
situation. The guard placed the notice by my pillow. The next morning, officials
from the Ziyang City 610 Office (Jianyang is part of Ziyang), the Jianyang 610
Office, and the Jianyang Town Government held a meeting on the third floor of
the hospital. At noon, the nurses and doctors on duty were not allowed to leave.
In the morning, the nurses had already been ordered to include a large amount of
sleeping medicine in the injection. They also specifically injected me with
sleeping drugs, but I did not have any response. Of course, they did not know
that I began taking sleeping pills when I was 14 years old. They wanted to
inject an IV into me after putting me to sleep. After the meeting in the
morning, the officers from the police station first handcuffed me onto the bed.
The nurse brought an oxygen tank and administered oxygen to me. Another nurse
took out several rolls of bandaging. The town government head Liu Huaigu said,
"Here we do not care what you think. You will receive an IV injection no
matter what." Then, everyone there, including township government officers,
the people assigned to watch me, doctors, and nurses all came up to me, pressed
me down and tightened up my four limbs. There was bandaging across my chest,
stomach, and legs, and of them were tightly secured to the bed frame. They then
injected the IV into one of my hands through two tubes. They inhumanly
persecuted me like that. Their actions stirred up public indignation. Kind people sent the persecution
information to the Minghui website [the Chinese version of Clearwisdom].
Practitioners from all over the world called the Jianyang City government, the
Jianyang Town government, and other related government offices, requesting them
to immediately stop the brutal persecution and release me. Seeing I Was Dying, They Sentenced Me to Forced Labor Upon seeing that I was in a life-threatening situation, several people
discussed the possibility of sending me to a labor camp. These people included
Jiancheng Town Head Liu Huaigu, Management Office Director Wang Jinquan,
Chengzhong Police Station officer Si Wenxian, and others. In the evening, they
notified me that I was being sent to a labor camp for two years. After Si
Wenxian read the notice by my bed, he placed it by my bed. I did not acknowledge
it and tossed it into the garbage can. Wang Jinquan swore at me. They were afraid I would die. So they asked my
friends who worked at government offices to talk with me and persuade me to eat.
It was already three or four o'clock in the morning, but they still tried to
talk to me. I told them that I had been starving for a very long time and I also
wanted to eat. But if I yielded to them and started to eat regularly, what
awaited me was more brutal and severe persecution. I told them I practiced Falun
Gong because I cherished my life. In fact, every practitioner cherishes life.
Think about it, without eating or drinking for such a long time, why could
practitioners still survive? It is because Falun Gong cultivates both the mind
and body. It is because Dafa is so outstanding that these miracles could happen
to practitioners. However, under this unreasonable persecution, I only had this
way to safeguard my freedom and belief. In the end, they came to understand, and
did not say any more about it. Police Used their Connections to Send Me to the Labor Camp On September 29, 2002, detention center officers Yin and Zeng dragged me into
a van and drove directly to the Nanmusi Women's Labor Camp in Zizhong City,
Sichuan Province. They took me directly to the labor camp hospital. A female
doctor did an electrocardiogram on me, and said, "We dare not accept her.
She is already like this, you need to take her back. Or, you can go to the
Education Section to see if they want to accept her." Officer Zeng said to
the doctor, "How about we invite you to lunch today?" The doctor
firmly said, "We do not have time at noon. She is already like that, and we
dare not accept her." Officers Zeng and Yin then put me back into the van
and drove to the Education Section. They then went in to cotton up to the
officers there. Normally, after the examining doctor refuses someone, that
person will be sent back. But this time, the Education Section decided to accept
me although I had been persecuted nearly to death. Officers Yin and Zeng thus
drove me to the labor camp. They dragged me by the arms for almost a hundred
yards through the parking lot to the No. 5 team. During this process, my socks
were worn through, and my pants were all covered with mud and black dust. After
dumping me at the entrance of the No. 5 team, they immediately left. Upon seeing
that I had been left on the ground, team leader Hu Shiju started to swear at me
and ordered some inmates to drag me up to the third floor and put me in the
confinement room. My heartbeat was very fast. I also felt nauseated and kept on vomiting. The
inmates reported this to the team leader Hu Shiju. Therefore, in the evening I
was taken to the manufacturing office where I was left on the floor and watched
by inmates 24 hours a day. At night two days later, I suddenly felt worse. The
inmates who had been watching me immediately told Hu Shiju, "Zhou Huimin is
in danger." Hu Shiju came and took a look. She then asked the inmates to
take me to the labor camp hospital. The doctor on duty checked me and found I
was in a life-threatening situation since my heartbeat was so rapid. She sent me
to the emergency room. They gave me oxygen and monitored me by
electrocardiogram. Sometimes my heartbeat was more than 100, sometimes only more
than 40. They thought I could die at any time. So they notified the hospital
director, the head of the labor camp (surnamed Wu), and Security Head Yang
Xiaoping to come to the emergency room to check on my situation. I Was Not Allowed to Go Home Even Though I Was Released With the Verdict of
"Not Guilty" A few days later, the Civilian Supervision Committee notified me to prepare
to go home. The drug addicts who were monitoring me
helped pack my things. Team leader Ma told me that he received my release
letter, and the policemen from my local area should come and pick me up that
day. I waited until past 6 p.m., and still no one showed up. Team leader Ma said
to me, "They're probably stuck in traffic. If they don't show up, you can
stay in the labor camp for one more night." That day, no one from Jianyang
City came to pick me up. The doctor said that my health condition was
deteriorating, and my life was in imminent danger. The inmates monitoring me
were told to touch my nose every minute to check if I was still breathing. I was
in the emergency room like that for more than 10 days. I heard the inmates saying that the police from Jianyang City didn't want to
pick me up. In the afternoon of October 29, Education Section head and Hospital
Head Ma drove me back to Jianyang. On our way there, Luo was very upset. He said
that he had spent a lot of time and effort in persuading the Jianyang Police to
take me back. They, however, didn't agree. Yesterday, people from the labor camp
sent someone to talk to the 610 Office in Jianyang City, and they ended up in a
fight. The 610 Office wasn't willing to take me back because my two-year
sentence was not over yet. They took no consideration of my health condition.
(By then I had been on a hunger strike for nearly two months.) We drove to the
Municipal Government Building in Jianyang City. The Jianyang Forced Labor Camp
head Wu and section head Luo, who had arrived earlier in Jianyang City, took the
paperwork with them and went upstairs to look for the 610 Office people to
transfer me. I was lying in the car for a while. Two male policemen who came
with the head of the labor camp quickly grabbed my arms and dragged me to the
elevator, and then to the 610 Office. They left in a hurry after they put me on
a couch. I Was Sent to a Chinese Medicine Hospital on a Stretcher The nurses and doctors of the Chinese Medical Hospital and people from the
610 Office forcefully put me on a stretcher and carried me to an ambulance. I
asked them why they treated me like that. I had been released on a "not
guilty" verdict, so why didn't they let me go home? The people from the 610 Office only replied, "Hold her down." Then
I was carried to the inpatient ward of the Internal Department on the third
floor of Jianyang City Chinese Medical Hospital. The 610 Office and the doctors
from the hospital continued persecuting me. After they put me on a bed, Doctor
Hu Min said to me, "Zhou Huimin, now we will give you an infusion." I
said, "I want to go home. I will recover on my own by practicing Falun
Gong." Hu Min said, "It's not up to you. If you don't want to be
infused, we'll force you to." Therefore, I was given an IV against my will. The Jiancheng Township Government and Jianyang City Chengzhong Police Station
sent people to jointly monitor me. Four people watched me around the clock. At
that time, I hadn't had any food or water for two months, and my muscles had
shrunk. Doctor Qing told me that all my internal organs had shrunk, and had
become exhausted. Every day the nurse had difficulty locating my blood vessel. I was stuck with
a needle from the left to the right hand and from the upper to the lower arm,
causing the back of both of my hands to become purple. By using this inhuman
torture, they thought that they could frighten practitioners. However, something
that they least expected was the unshakable righteous thoughts of Dafa
practitioners. I repeatedly told the 610 Office and people from the government that, "I
was released by the forced labor camp. I am free now." I asked them to
release me immediately. The people monitoring me said to me with sympathy,
"We do not want to treat you like this either. However, we are instructed
by our boss; we can't do much about it." I was tied up and forcefully given
an infusion. The people monitoring me also showed me a copy of the "document with red
letter heading," which was given by the Town Director Liu Huaigu. Written
on it was, "The Resolution on Jianyang Municipal Government Carrying Out
Continual Surveillance on Falun Gong Element Zhou Huimin." Included in the
document was the stipulation that my family was not allowed to visit me. Any
Falun Gong practitioner who came to visit me would be arrested immediately.
Every two people were given a copy of the duty schedule, which indicated that it
was good for one month. Showing Symptoms of Leukemia When I was first admitted to the hospital, my white blood cell count had
dropped from over 1,000 to zero. Doctor Hu Min told me, "We suspect you
have leukemia, so we are prepared to do a bone marrow extraction." Very
often, they would come to draw my blood for examination even though my muscles
and blood had shrunk. There was hardly any blood to be extracted, and even if it
could be extracted, it was very dense and was only a small amount. The nurse
told me, "Your bone marrow can't be extracted; it is already dry." The people monitoring me believed I might stop breathing. Still, I had the
strongest faith in Master and Dafa, and I deeply believe in the miracles of Dafa.
I was that calm. No matter how long the inhuman persecution lasted, I would
survive. I must tell the people of the world about this brutal persecution. I
said quietly to Master, "Master, I am a Dafa practitioner, no matter how
brutal this persecution towards Dafa and practitioners is, as your disciple, my
heart is still steadfast." Every day, when I lay in bed, I closed my eyes
and recited Master's articles and sent forth righteous thoughts. Every time when
I recited, "Riding a tiger, so hard to dismount [1] [1] A Chinese idiom that refers to getting into a situation that has no
easy way, or even any way, out." I would sense the impending undignified end of those people who carried out
evil deeds towards me. Every time when I was recited "Righteous Thoughts
and Righteous Actions" I would feel the immeasurable glory and happiness of
a Dafa practitioner. Even though in their eyes, my life was in great danger. I
remembered what Master said: "If he has the heart for cultivation practice, it is his Buddha-nature
that has emerged. This heart is considered most precious, and people will help
him. Under such difficult circumstances, this person is still not lost and
wants to come back. As a result, people will help him and unconditionally give
him a hand--they will help him with anything. Why can we do such a thing for a
practitioner but not for an ordinary person?" (Zhuan Falun) Therefore, I always believe that Dafa practitioners are taken care of by
Master. I knew that the day of breaking through the persecution and getting out
of the evil den of monsters would surely come. (To be continued)
Having forged an adamantine will
And with no attachment to living or dying
He walks his path of Fa-rectification openly and nobly."
Humans trying even to challenge Gods
Doing all possible of evil beings
Any chance of survival utterly ruined" ("Entering the Gate of
No-Life")
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