I was sent to the Tiananmen police station because I had unfurled a banner reading "Falun Dafa is righteous" on the Tiananmen Square at around 8am of May 29. The police asked for my name and address, but I refused to give any information.
Soon a police called me into a small interrogation room. He first tried threatening me, but after he realized that it didn't work, he started to beat me up. So he slapped against the top of my head, and then slammed my head against the wall and when he bumped my head to the desktop, a dent appeared. I still refused to give him my name and address. He then kicked me to the ground, and took a rest. After a while, he continued to kick me and yelled senselessly, "Let's see who's more capable. I won't believe that you won't tell me if I beat you up everyday." In the end, he took out a needle to stab me. Some blood came out, that frightened him. So he asked me to stop the blood as soon as possible and to clean my self up. I was sent to a temporary detention room where 6 to 7 practitioners were already there because they all refused to tell the police their names. On that day, about 40 to 50 practitioners were sent to that police station for unfurling Falun Dafa banners or practicing Falun Gong on Tiananmen Square. Most practitioners were taken away by their local representative officers after they told the police their names and addresses.
The police continued to "interrogate" practitioners by means of beatings, handcuffs and other torturing methods until the practitioners would give them name and address. The room for the interrogation was just right across the temporary detention room. When they were beating the practitioners too brutally, we yelled, "stop beating people!" And the police became a bit afraid. He came over and explained that wasn't beating up anyone. Then, he called the practitioner who led the yelling to the interrogation room. When she came back, her clothes were soaking wet. We asked her what happened. She said they beat her till her nose bled, and because the blood was everywhere, the police asked her to clean herself up before sending her back.
On the second day, the police continued to interrogate practitioners. This time, the beatings sounded more violent. Some practitioners were handcuffed from the back and lost their consciousness due to the pain. So the police loosened their handcuffs a bit but continued to handcuff them for 3 to 5 hours. Several practitioners told the police their names because they can't bear it any longer. At the end of the day, only 8 practitioners remained at the center for refusing to give their names. A kind-hearted guard came over and asked us if we'd like some water and food. Till then, we realized that we were not given any food nor water for over 24 hours.
At 9pm, the police assumed that I might be from Guang-dong province and asked the staff from the Guang-dong liaison office to pick me up. Later, they bought a ticket to Cheng-du City for me with my money, then sent me to the train station. I knew that I was finally free. I then started to feel the pain from the whole day of torture.
June 2, 2000
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