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Young Practitioner Describes Six Difficult Years of Persecution
By Xingxing
(Clearwisdom.net) My name is Xingxing and I am 15 years old. In April
1999 when I was nine I began to practice Falun Gong, following my parents'
example. I was sick from birth, and suffered from a rare allergy. I couldn't
take any medicine. If I used any medicine, my whole body would swell up,
followed by bodily disfigurement. Once after I had applied some facial cream, my
face and head suddenly began to swell, and I had to be hospitalized for
treatment. My parents always worried about me because of my poor health.
After I became a practitioner I realized that Falun Gong not only has amazing
health benefits but also improves people's moral quality. Every morning I would
follow my parents to a practice site to do the exercises, and I always conducted
myself according to the principles of
"Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance" that Master has taught us. After
I started practicing Falun Gong, I have not visited the hospital even once. I
was so happy that Falun Gong had cleansed all my pain. At last I could have a
normal life, like other children. I thanked Master Li from the bottom of my
heart for saving me.
My trouble-free time, however, did not last very long. In July 1999, a
jealous Jiang Zemin started a massive persecution campaign against Falun Gong.
On the morning of July 20, I noticed that several police cars were parked near
our practice site. Many armed policemen waved their batons to tell people not to
practice Falun Gong. Anyone not obeying would get arrested and put into a police
vehicle. This puzzled me. We practice Falun Gong to become better persons and we
bother no one. Why do they use violence on senior citizens and children alike? I
thought that since this wonderful practice is banned, I would be forced to
endure my old illnesses and hospitalization again. I felt very upset.
To protect Teacher's portrait from police raids, on the afternoon of July 20,
with tears in our eyes, Mom and I moved Teacher's portrait from the living room
to a closet. Since that day, we lost our practice site. Every time I practiced
the exercises, I had to open the closet door, push aside the clothes on the
hangers and meditate in front of Teacher's portrait.
The next day, July 21, a hoard of people came to my house. They loudly
threatened my parents to give up Falun Gong. When they heard "no" from
my parents, they went berserk. Heavily pounding the table, they shouted
profanities and forced us to surrender our Falun Gong books. That day alone,
four separate groups came to my house. Authorities from Mom's workplace, people
from the street management, personnel from the neighborhood committee, and the
police.
From that day on, those people often came to harass us at home. They sat in
my home for a long time and refused to leave. I lived in daily fear. The
community officials and the police often summoned my parents to the police
station for interrogation. They were kept there the whole night each time. Home
alone, I felt so scared that I cried under the blanket. At the same time, I also
faced pressure from my school and discrimination from my classmates. My teacher
once forced me to write a composition denouncing Falun Gong. I was told to hand
it in the next day. I didn't want to slander Falun Gong and Master Li. I wanted
to live by the principles of "Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance" and
become a better person. The next morning half of my face became swollen, but I
did not feel any pain. Mom and I knew that Master Li was helping me to avoid
having to go to school. Before noon my face became normal again.
In January 2000 Mom and I visited Hong Kong. We had the opportunity to
promote Falun Gong, together with Hong Kong practitioners. The practitioners
there could openly practice Falun Gong in Kowloon Park. We enjoyed freedom for
one month. It was truly invaluable. Hong Kong practitioners prepared many
truth-clarifying materials for us. Later we brought them back to China.
On October 1, 2000 Mom and I, together with several fellow practitioners went
to Beijing to clarify the truth and appeal for a safe environment
for Falun Gong. After the trip, the police frequently harassed and monitored my
family. Sometimes the police would come without warning. They sat at our dinner
table, grabbed any food they could find and ate without shame. They also
constantly demanded money.
On November 24, 2000 the police arrested Mom when she was clarifying the
facts of Falun Gong to people. That day I was reading my books and was not with
Mom. At 2:00 a.m., a group of people suddenly broke into my bedroom and searched
all over the place. They made a big mess by turning everything over. I was
supposed to attend school the next morning, but did not get any sleep that
night. They confiscated many items from our home, especially Master Li's
portrait that I treasured so dearly for a long time. They also took my Falun
Gong books and tapes. That day I truly understood the meaning of the word
"bandit," and experienced the terrifying feeling of being a robbery
victim. Such robbery occurred several times. I can recall at least four such
incidents. Every time they would come at around 2:00 a.m.
From that day on I could no longer call out "Mom" when I returned
from school. Mom was not home any longer. Dad was also repeatedly called to the
police station for questioning. Sometimes Dad would not be allowed home after
dark. I felt very hungry and missed my mom terribly. I cried until I fell
asleep, with an empty stomach.
On December 23, 2000, with my mom's strong resistance and my dad's repeated
demands, the police released my mom. After the perpetrators had persecuted her
for one month she had became so skinny that I did not even recognize her. I felt
terrible. But Mom was home now. I finally could eat dinner after school. I was
with Mom and Dad again.
One day in September 2001, a phone call sent Mom into hiding away from our
home again. The next time I saw her was two years and four months later.
On January 5, 2002 I was shocked to hear that Mom was arrested again in the
countryside. I worried a lot about her safety. Not long before, as part of an
evil police plot, some bad person ran her down with a motorcycle. She suffered
from a broken left hand, the left side of her face was badly bruised and her
left leg was also injured. Despite my Mom's severe injuries, the wicked police
still sent her to a detention center and later sentenced her to two years in a
forced labor camp.
After my Mom was sent to the forced labor camp my life was awful. Many
classmates asked me, "Where is your Mom?" I could not answer and had
to fight to keep from crying. During New Year's time all my classmates went out
with their moms to buy new clothes. I was the only one without my mom by my
side. Dad works hard to make ends meet. Every day he came home very late, and
most of the time I was alone. When Dad was not home I would go out to buy a bun
for dinner. All these tragedies were imposed on my family and me by Jiang Zemin
and the evil Communist Party.
I have lived with nightmares for the last six years. Even today I still have
lingering fears. To avoid the evil harassment and constant surveillance, we had
to move constantly from place to place. Last month Dad got phone calls from
agents of the National Security Ministry. Some agents even came to our home to
make threats. I was extremely worried about my dad's safety.
Recently, Mom, Dad and I arrived in Japan. In this free society I truly
treasure my opportunity to study the Fa and do the exercises in
public. I am determined to be more diligent in my cultivation practice. Every
day I will put my best effort to do the three things. I will closely
keep up with Master's Fa-rectification. I will use all means to clarify the
truth and offer people salvation.
August 27, 2005
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