(Clearwisdom.net) At 11 a.m. on February 7, 2000 at Shanhaiguan's Third Detention Center in Qinhuangdao City, Hebei Province a group of policemen suddenly opened the door to my prison cell and dragged me all the way to the interrogation room by force, shouting, "It's the New Year, but we can't play Mahjong. If it weren't for you we could be winning a lot of money, but instead Chairman Jiang has ordered us to torture you to death today." I told them, "What you're doing is wrong. We practitioners are all good people." They replied, "We don't care if you're good or bad, we're simply tools in the hands of those who pay us." Then they started slapping my face.

These three policemen stripped me down to my underwear and beat me. They held my head firmly and slapped me numerous times in the face. They punched me in the ears and head, chest and arms. An overweight young officer poked me hard on my collarbone and chest dozens of times with two fingers. Even while they beat me I told them, "We are good and innocent people, we conduct ourselves strictly according to the standards of Truthfulness, Compassion, Tolerance." One of the officers said, "Since the day I put this police uniform on, I've been able to beat people without being prosecuted."

I suffered severe pain all over my body from the beating. My face and mouth were swollen, I was dizzy and my vision grew dim. They asked me, "Tell us, who is your leader?" I said, "We practitioners are all good people in good health. Our presence benefits society as well as every individual. Falun Gong is righteous." Then they started another round of beatings.

I heard one of them say, "Use the 'Tying Method' on her." (A torture method also known as "Fastening the Rope.") They brought over a nylon rope about a half an inch thick. One of them grabbed me from behind by the hair and kicked me to the floor, and then pressed down on me with all of his weight. He pulled my arms up to the back of my head and tied them with the rope. Officer Lan Liang stomped on my feet with a twisting action, causing sharp pain. They inserted two liquor bottles between the ropes and began to twist them. I was speechless from the severe pain it caused and I could hear the rope creak as it was tightened with the rotating the bottles. Again they asked, "Tell us! Who is the leader of your group?" I said, "A great way has no form. We don't have leaders. It's just cultivation, which is simply living our lives without committing bad deeds." They said, "How dare you talk back!" They continued to beat me, taking off their thick winter clothes as they became fatigued.

After a while I heard someone outside the door asking, "Has she confessed?" The police officers replied, "Not yet." The voice replied, "Keep it up! I can't report to my superiors until she confesses!" The officers continued to beat me even harder. Now they were using wooden sticks. The sound when they struck my bones was clearly audible. Their rope broke into three pieces, and one of the officers shouted, "Get another one!"

Policeman Lan Liang took a small piece of cardboard and lit it on fire with a lighter. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back so that my face was pointing upwards. He put the fire on the left side of my face. My face sizzled and I could smell burning flesh. The policemen laughed loudly. I was in severe pain and it caused me to twist to the side, and the officer who held the flaming cardboard burned his hand. He dropped the cardboard and yanked out a lot of my hair with his other hand.

They got another rope and re-applied their tying method. It took about an hour. Officer Lan Liang punched me viciously in the ribs. The overweight officer backed up a few steps, then suddenly leaped forward and stomped my chest twice while I was tied down. I lost the feeling in my arms and my vision went black, but my mind was clear; I knew they'd just stomped me and were now trying to force me to kneel on the floor, but I resisted them. They launched another round of beatings. One of them picked up the broken nylon rope and put it around my neck from behind, then pressed on my back with his leg and pulled the rope tight. I asked them, "Don't you realize that good deeds are rewarded with good fortune while bad deeds bring retribution? How could you torture an old lady your mother's age?"

I told myself, "I can't let them beat me to death. My cultivation of Falun Gong is sacred and righteous. It's not a crime to conduct oneself according to the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, Tolerance." I opened my eyes wide and stared at the police officers. Looking at the young men I suddenly reached a state of true compassion. Jiang Zemin's evil political faction was using them in their pursuit of fame and wealth. They were the ones who were truly miserable and pitiful. I knew I had to stand up. Falun Gong has yet to be vindicated, and we practitioners must continue to clarify the truth about Falun Gong to people and save them from the vicious lies of Jiang's faction. I was still in severe pain and my arms were numb. I smiled as I told them about the benefits of practicing Falun Gong. That day they used the tying torture on me four times, and kept it up all night until 3 o'clock in the morning. In the end they were tired, sweating and breathing heavily.

In October of 2000 I went to Beijing to appeal for Falun Gong. Right after I arrived at Tiananmen Square someone close by shouted and told me to stop. They ran up and grabbed my arms. I told them to stop and said, "Falun Gong is righteous, and it's the truth." I was dragged to a police car and taken to Beijing's Yanshan Prison, where I was cuffed to an iron chair and beaten and cursed for a day and a night. I wasn't allowed to use the toilet. They showed me an electric chair and a tiger bench, which they use to torture prisoners. They also stuffed a cloth that had been used to clean windows into my mouth.

Later I was transferred to the Second Detention Center in Qinhuangdao. I went on a hunger strike to protest the detention and persecution. On the sixth day of my hunger strike the police tortured me with forced-feeding. Five or six policemen grabbed my hair and pinned me on a hard wooden bed. Someone held my head down, someone else pressed down on my body, another officer grabbed me by the neck while somebody else shoved a plastic tube the size of a pinkie finger up my nose and down my throat to force-feed me. While they force-fed me I was dizzy and my head hurt. My vision was dark and I couldn't see properly. My stomach felt hot and painful. I was bleeding from my mouth and nose, and I couldn't breathe normally. For each small bag of soy milk they force-fed me they charged me 20 yuan, though a large package containing twenty bags only costs about 10 yuan at a store.

A police officer named Zhang was transferred to the detention center from Masanjia Forced Labor Camp. About ten days into my hunger strike he pulled me out of the cell and told me I was being taken for a medical exam. He took me and another practitioner to the Public Security Bureau's Hospital for a blood test. Officer Zhang held us down and the doctor used a syringe about one inch wide and six inches long to draw blood until the syringe was full. I realized later that they were selling the blood they drew from practitioners.

Though it's the police who are directly persecuting Falun Gong practitioners, it's Jiang Zemin who supplies them with money. Some of these police officers will do anything for money. After they returned me to my cell, I was extremely frail from being tortured, but the practitioners who share my cell and I recited "Expounding on the Fa" together. After half a month there was nothing left for the police to do except release me.

On July 19, 2003 police officers from the 610 Office broke into my home and took my disabled child and I to the brainwashing center, where more than forty people tortured us for twenty-four days. When we were released, my child was so skinny from being starved and tortured that she was unrecognizable.

March 14, 2007