March 29, 2002
(Clearwisdom.Net)
On the afternoon of January 15, 2002, I went to deliver truth-clarifying materials about Falun Dafa to a fellow practitioner's home. There I ran into policemen searching the practitioner's home and confiscating his belongings. The police forcibly grabbed me and also confiscated the 5000 copies of materials I had with me. I was taken to the Wolitun Police Substation in Daqing City.
The police thought that they had caught a "big fish" when they captured me and were busy reporting this to their superiors, hoping for rewards. The authorities in the city ordered them to force a confession and dig up information about the source of the materials I had with me.
A policeman shouted, "What's your name? Where do you live? Where did you get the materials? Speak!" I recalled Teacher's words, "...face the evil people with righteous thoughts at all times. No matter what the situation, do not cooperate with the evil's demands, orders, or what it instigates." (From Teacher's article Dafa Disciples' Righteous Thoughts are Powerful) So I refused to answer any questions they raised. Thus, four or five broad-shouldered and solidly built policemen came up to me and beat me. The bridge of my nose was twisted, my nose was swollen and blood streamed down both corners of my mouth. I kept silent. Once again they threw themselves at me, cursing and beating me. This time they made a point to beat my chest, face and stomach. I felt my head swimming and my whole body was black and blue with bruises. They did not stop beating me until they were exhausted. They asked again, "Are you going to tell us or not?" I was still silent. The director of the police substation went into a rage and shouted viciously, "Take him away! Take him away! Fix him and see how long he can last!" With his words, the policemen tortured me even more inhumanely, fearing no consequence. I was brought to the interrogation room where they pointed to the bloodstains on the walls and said to me, "See? These bloodstains are from criminals imprisoned here. They were all stronger than you. However they couldn't bear it when they were here and told us all they knew. You are no exception. Tell us before your body suffers that kind of pain." I thought in my mind, "I'm a Falun Dafa disciple. With Teacher and with the Fa, the evil can do nothing to me!"
They went mad. They screamed and pushed me into an iron chair. My hands and feet were handcuffed and my body could not move at all. Several policemen took turns brutalizing me. Four or five policemen beat me at one time. When one group was tired, another group replaced them. They covered my head with a plastic bag almost to the point of suffocation. I managed to bite a hole into the plastic bag. They ended up having to change plastic bags five or six times. I tore the bags each time. Then they found a watering can and filled it with pepper and water. They sprayed the water into my eyes, mouth and nose. Because of it my eyes began to tear and I was out of breath. Whenever I opened my eyes, they would spray into them. Failing in their attempts to make me speak, they forced my hands down and stepped on my handcuffs until they cut deeply into my flesh. One policeman said while kicking me, "I'll make you sorry that you are alive, I have no qualms about it."
No matter how viciously they tortured me, I grit my teeth and didn't say a word. I recited the Fa in my heart and sent forth the righteous thoughts at all times. Not achieving any results, despite the extreme torture they were inflicting on me, they pretended to be kind and attempted to persuade me, "Why suffer such pain? Tell the truth, and I'll find a bed for you to sleep on at once and release you tomorrow for sure." I responded to them out of compassion, "You should not treat me like this. We created all the materials in order to save you and expose the evil's lies. You'll receive retribution if you beat Dafa disciples like this. Doesn't the story of the two policemen who died a couple of days ago because they persecuted Falun Gong bring you to your senses?" They replied with foul words, "That's just a coincidence. We do our jobs and are not afraid of death. You don't want to tell us, right? Hang him! Hang him!" They couldn't find a place to hang me, so they locked me back into the iron chair and beat me again. By that time my head and face were severely swollen and bleeding. I felt a sharp pain all over my body. They beat me for 24 hours on end and didn't even know my name. The next day, they held me in a detention center.
I went on a hunger strike to protest the illegal persecution. I was still energetic on the seventh day of my hunger strike. The prisoners were surprised. I took the opportunity to promote Dafa to them and clarify the truth. I told them, "Remember that Falun Dafa is good. It will bring you a bright future." They nodded their heads.
During my hunger strike, in order to force me to eat, the detention guard instructed the prisoners to beat me. He threatened me, "If you still don't eat, you'll be chained up tomorrow." I thought of Teacher's words, "Indestructible righteous faith in the cosmos's Truth forms benevolent Dafa disciples' rock-solid, Diamond-Like Bodies, it frightens all evil, and the light of Truth it emanates makes the unrighteous elements in all beings' thoughts disintegrate." (From Teacher's article Also in a Few Words) The vicious thugs had no right to persecute me. I was determined to remain on a hunger strike until the end of my detention to validate the Fa and eliminate the arrangements of the old forces. With these righteous thoughts, nobody mentioned me being chained up any more. After two weeks the doctor in the jail asked me, "Still on the hunger strike?" before he force-fed me. I answered firmly, "Yes!" He smacked me on the face in a fit of rage. Consequently, I couldn't hear anything for a long time. Then, he sprayed milk using an injection needle on my face, nose and body. Finally he said viciously, "Nobody can tell that you're on a hunger strike any more. I will not force-feed you and leave you to starve to death!" This happened for several days. After over 20 days of the hunger strike and enduring various forms of physical and mental torture I often lost consciousness and felt my main consciousness leave my body. At the time, I thought subconsciously: "I'm a Dafa disciple. I need to expose the evil and offer salvation to all sentient beings. I can't die." Thus, my main consciousness came back again.
Once when I passed out, I could faintly hear the noise around me and that somebody was carrying me to a vehicle. I heard somebody say, "Save him if possible, no big deal if he dies." Then I lost consciousness again. When I came to, I found myself in the hospital. I heard the doctor saying, "All his organs are almost about to fail. His hemochrome index [an indicator of blood color] is only 4 (it's 7 to 13 for normal people). He has severe gastric bleeding. He is vomiting blood. He has blood in his urine and blood in his stool. The bridge of his nose is broken. He is as lean as a rake. It will be hard for him to recover. Keep him alive with an intravenous drip." Even so, the police were still afraid that I might escape from the hospital. They put heavy fetters on my feet (over 10 pounds). My feet became swollen and cold, with a sharp pain. They then extorted 5000 Yuan from my family members before allowing them to visit me in the hospital. The police allowed me to obtain a guarantor and wait for a trial out of custody. They also said that as soon as my health recovered a bit, they would hand me over to the court for sentencing.
Since the day I was captured, my fellow practitioners sent forth righteous thoughts for me. When I was in the hospital, many of them came to visit me, risking being captured themselves and encouraged me to force a way out of the demon's den. How miraculous Dafa is! My health recovered in a few days and I gradually became clear of mind. On the evening of February 25, with the help of Teacher and my fellow practitioners, I walked out of the hospital and rejoined the stream of Fa-rectification.
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