(Clearwisdom.net) As I did not achieve my purpose of validating Falun Dafa when I went to Beijing in January 2001, I decided to go to Beijing again to do so.
On January 14, 2001, I got my banner ready, brought along some truth clarifying materials and went to the train station. Along the way, I sent forth righteous thoughts and gave out truth clarifying materials to people around me. The next day, I arrived in Beijing after a smooth trip.
I went to Tiananmen Square. I saw that there was a group of tourists on one side of the Square, so I unfurled my banner and shouted, "Falun Dafa is good! Falun Dafa is the righteous Fa! Restore the reputation of Falun Dafa!" At that moment, all the tourists looked at me. After I finished shouting, I folded up my banner and started to walk away. Behind me came two army officers. At that point, I did not send forth righteous thoughts and was dragged into the police vehicle by them. Later, I was sent to Tiananmen Police Station. Since I was not paying attention, they managed to take my picture.
That same day, they arrested over twenty practitioners. We sent forth righteous thoughts together and recited Teacher's articles. That night, we were sent to a detention center, where they took our pictures again. I refused to cooperate. I shut my eyes and kept shaking my head. They held down my chin and attempted to take my picture, but I still shut my eyes. At midnight, a policeman summoned me and asked if the banner and photo were mine. I did not answer. He again asked for my name and address. I again did not answer him. In my mind, I continuously sent forth righteous thoughts.
Seeing that I ignored him, the policeman became very angry. He pulled me to another interrogation room. I saw a fellow practitioner was being made to sit on the "tiger bench" [The practitioner is forced to sit on a small iron bench that is approximately 8 inches tall. He has to sit up with his eyes looking straight ahead. His hands are placed on his knees. He is not allowed to turn his head, close his eyes, talk to anyone, raise his hand, or call out for the attention of the guards.]
With the intention of putting me on the tiger bench to torture me, the policeman asked the other policeman to take this fellow practitioner to another place. I did not cooperate with him. He called another policeman in to help him. At this time, I held onto the tiger bench tightly and shouted, "Come and see! The police officer is beating up people!" The two evil policemen were very frightened. They wanted to take my hands away from the tiger bench and tried to stop me from shouting. They were so busy trying to control the situation that sweat covered their foreheads. At this time, two more policemen came in. Two of them grabbed my legs while the other two tried to take my hands off from the bench. They even used electric batons to shock me. In my heart, I thought that I definitely should not cooperate with the evil.
Later, they locked me inside the room and left. After a few minutes, they let me out and sent me back to my prison cell. One policeman suggested releasing me, while the other policemen said to let me go the next day. I said I must leave right away. He said that it was 2 a.m. and refused to let me go. I thought in my heart, "I am not a criminal. I shouldn't eat meals here or do as a criminal is required to, and I have to get out."
The next day, I went on a hunger strike. Later, the guards took me out of the cell, and one guard asked me to take my meals. She also asked me to reveal my name and address, and she promised to let me go home if I did so. She said that other practitioners were released after revealing their names and addresses. She even released these people right before me. I recalled Teacher's words, "Just by having your heart unaffected, you will be able to handle all situations." While saying this, she showed me the form that I was to fill out. I took a look and saw that the words "creating trouble" were written on the form. I had gone there to help Teacher rectify the Fa. If I filled out the form, wouldn't I be admitting that I was "creating trouble?"
On the fifth day, they sent me to the basement of the Beijing Police Hospital, the dark den they use to persecute Falun Dafa practitioners. The practitioners who were on hunger strike were all sent there to be injected with medication and force-fed. Handcuffs and shackles were not removed even when the practitioners slept at night. There were four practitioners locked up in a room. We communicated and exchanged views with each another and felt very happy to be able to share our experiences. At the beginning, I had the attachment of fear and kept cooperating with the injections and force-feeding.
Over twenty days passed like this. One fellow practitioner was taken away. On the next day, another practitioner was sent here. She refused to cooperate with the injections and force-feeding. Another fellow practitioner told me that we should not cooperate either the next day. So the next day, I did not cooperate when they force-fed me.
They shackled my feet and handcuffed one of my hands to the side of the bed. They put the other one behind my back and handcuffed it to the border of the bed. The pain in my wrist was unbearable. I thought this was the persecution arranged by the evil force and that I must eradicate it. However, my wrist still hurt a lot. I remembered Master's words, "When it is difficult to endure, you can endure it. When it's impossible to do, you can do it." I thus endured the pain.
The next day, I said to the policeman that if my hand became handicapped, I would hold him responsible. In the morning, my handcuffs were removed. When it was time for injections, I again did not cooperate. As a result, they handcuffed me again for three days and three nights. On the fourth day, they sent me on a train headed for my hometown.
On the train, I kept clarifying the truth to people and exposing the evil. Some people got to know the truth. One old lady and I came from the same place, and she wanted to learn Falun Gong after knowing about the truth. I told her to read Zhuan Falun first, and she was very happy. By the time she left, she noticed that I had no shoes on and gave me a pair of shoes. She knew that I didn't have enough money to buy a bus ticket, so she gave me 10 Yuan.
After a month of a hunger strike, I once again returned to the current of Fa rectification.
February 20, 2002.
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