(Clearwisdom.net) Ms. Song Guixian is a 39-year-old peasant from Tumenzi Village, Qinglong County, Qinghuangdao City, Hebei Province. When Clearwisdom.net received the following article, she had once again been illegally detained. The following is her account:

I am an illiterate peasant woman from a remote village in Northern China. Today, I will dictate my personal experiences to a fellow practitioner. My purpose is to expose the lies created by Jiang's criminal gang to deceive the world's people, so as to awaken their conscience.

Before I started my cultivation, I suffered from various diseases such as tracheitis, mastitis, and a tumor on my thigh. I had to take medicine year round, which was really miserable.

In March of 1995, my brother taught me the Falun Gong exercises. I kept practicing them twice a day. Twenty days later a miracle occurred: I became totally free from illnesses.

My mother-in-law also had many diseases. My mother-in-law happily told her sisters, "Falun Gong is really powerful. You should practice it, too."

I obtained a copy of Falun Gong (revised version). After my husband finished it, he said, "This Fa is really good. Let's practice together." He had a duodenal ulcer and recovered after practicing Falun Gong, without any medical treatment.

Thus, my whole family started to cultivate Falun Dafa. When the other villagers saw how harmonious and healthy my family had become, many of them came to our home to learn Falun Gong.

On July 20, 1999, out of jealousy, Jiang's criminal gang launched a brutal suppression against Falun Gong, using lies and fabrications to deceive the world's people. Simply because I did not give up my belief, I was illegally arrested, detained, and jailed in forced labor camps numerous times. In detention I was severely tortured both mentally and physically by the authorities. Whenever any date was considered to be "sensitive" by the government ["sensitive dates" are those days when the authorities bear extra responsibility to keep Falun Gong practitioners from clarifying the truth of the persecution to the public], officials from the county's "610 Office" [an agency specifically created to persecute Falun Gong, with absolute power over each level of administration in the Party and all other political and judiciary systems] and local police substation would come to my home to harass us. As a result, everyone in my family from young children to the elderly members has been effected and cannot live a normal life.

On July 19, 1999, I went to Beijing to appeal and explain the facts of Falun Gong to the government. However, before I could appeal, I was arrested at the Beijing Railway Station. Someone from my county's Public Security Bureau was dispatched to return me to my hometown. On the return trip, we had a car accident while driving through a little village. I was the first to be thrown out of the door of the vehicle. Onlookers from the village commented that nobody could have possibly survived this accident. The people from the Public Security Bureau asked me to undergo a medical examination in a hospital. I answered, "I would have been the first to die if I hadn't been practicing Falun Gong but as a practitioner I have nothing to fear."

Later, I went to the Public Security Bureau with other fellow practitioners, to clarify the truth about Falun Gong. However, people there would not listen and transported us to a detention center they called an "Education Center". We protested the persecution against us by going on a hunger strike for eleven days to protest against the illegal detention. They were afraid that we might die of hunger and released us.

After coming back home, I still wanted to help clear the good name of Falun Gong, so I returned to Beijing again to appeal. This time I was arrested in Tangshan City. Police from the county Public Security Bureau of my hometown again came to transport me to the detention center. One day, in order to force detained Falun Gong practitioners to give up cultivation, police in the detention center singled out over a dozen practitioners including me and beat us up. They beat us with their fists, kicked us, whipped us with leather belts, forced us to lie face down on the ice (in order to create icy conditions, they had poured water on the floor in the winter and waited until it was frozen) and forced us to stand or half-squat for a long time. When they got tired because none of us had renounced our belief in Falun Dafa, they bound our hands and feet together. We were bound in that position for eight days. Fifteen days later, I was released.

In 2000, I went to Beijing to appeal for Dafa again. At Qianmen, I was arrested and detained in the local police substation. The policemen there handcuffed my hands behind my back and over my shoulders for more than an hour, beating and kicking me in order to find out my home address. Later, I was sent back to the Public Security Bureau in our county and then transferred to the detention center, where I was whipped with leather belts and bound with chains. More than forty days later, I was released.

After I returned home, officials from the police substation tricked me into coming to the police station where they forced me to wash clothes for the policemen and to clean the grass in the front and back yards. Later, they sent me to the detention center, where the police put shackles on the Falun Gong practitioners being detained there and frequently beat and kicked us. For fear that we might try to practice the Falun Gong exercises, they handcuffed us to an iron ring. Half a month later, I was transferred to the so-called "Education Center". I went on a two-week hunger strike and was picked up by people from our township.

In November of 2000, I made it to Tiananmen Square in Beijing to appeal on behalf of Falun Dafa, and shouted, "Falun Dafa is good! Falun Dafa is the righteous Fa!" The police pushed me to the ground, stepped on my neck and dragged me into a police car. At the police substation, there were many Dafa practitioners. In the evening, I was transferred to the Mentougou Police Substation, where I was interrogated until after midnight. When they asked for my home address, I did not answer. A policeman slandered Dafa, and I explained the facts to him. After a while, the policeman started to cough and he lost his voice. He could no longer slander Dafa. At last, he said, "Jiang Zemin is not good. Why does he do this stuff? Falun Gong practitioners only try to be good people!" Then he asked a policewoman to conduct a body search on me and asked me to sign a document, which I refused. The policewoman asked me for my name. I told her, "My name is Zhen Jin (true gold)." Aproximately around 3:00 a.m., I was sent to the Mentougou Detention Center. I went on a hunger and water strike. The police asked me, "Why do you not eat?" I replied, "This place is for criminals. I am not doing anything wrong by being a good person. As long as you detain me here, I will not eat." On the sixth day, I was released unconditionally.

After coming back home, the party cadres from my township detained me again because they were afraid that I might encourage others to go to Beijing. After four days of hunger and water strike, they said, "Go back home. Don't go anywhere else and we'll leave you alone."

In the spring of 2001, I met the director and vice director of the local police substation and explained the truth of Falun Dafa to them. However, they were afraid that I would attempt to appeal again and informed the county's Public Security Bureau. I was forcibly dragged into a police car and sent to a detention center. Along with more than ten other practitioners at the detention center, I went on a hunger strike. Once, while being force-fed, Director Wang whipped me more than twenty times. Other policemen put shackles on me. I was held down by about five male criminals while they tried to force-feed me. I resisted this torture with all my strength. As a result, they were not able to force any food into my body. After 46 days, I was released.

Two months later, some fellow practitioners came by my home. The officers from the Township heard about it and dragged me to the police substation accusing me of "illegal assembly". I kept shouting, "Falun Dafa is good!" and kept on explaining the truth to the officers. Eventually, I was sent to the detention center while I shouted, "Falun Dafa is good!" all the way. This was the fifth time I was detained. Again, I went on hunger and water strike, protesting the illegal detention and torture. The police shackled me with iron chains, weighing up to 20 kilograms [approximately 50 lbs] in weight, with both my hands and feet chained together. They did not remove the chains until they cut deeply into my flesh. The guard said, "Three days in these chains and any man's back will break!" However, I was shackled with the chains for 37 days. In order to further torture me, the guards brutally force-fed me. Male criminal prisoners held my lips with a pair of pliers to force my mouth open. My lips bled every day and were seriously swollen. The skin on my lips peeled off. I was tortured like this for 76 days. I became extremely weak and emaciated. Afraid that I might die in the detention center, they released me.

On June 27, 2002, Township governor Li, together with the director and vice director of the local police substation came to my home again. They kicked the door in, dragged me into the police car, and sent me directly to the detention center. My feet were injured when they dragged me into the police car. The next day, the policemen from the Public Security Bureau handcuffed me and sent me to the Kaiping Forced Labor Camp in Tangshan City (the No.1 Forced Labor Camp in the province) without any legal procedure. Upon arrival, I began a hunger strike. In the evening, they brought me to a big classroom, where four people tried to force me into giving up my belief using a special torture method called "Aoying" (a method of sleep deprivation in which I was not allowed to sleep day or night for 2 weeks straight). At the end of the two weeks, they began forcefeeding me. President Wang of the labor camp beat me so hard that my nose bled. He instructed several criminal prisoners to press me to the ground until I was out of breath and passed out. They then tried to get me to regain consciousness by beating me and stabbing me with sharp objects. The force-feeding continued even after I regained consciousness. One day, I shouted, "Falun Dafa is good!" Jia X, a police squad leader, dragged me down from the fourth floor to the yard, tied me to a tree with ropes, and beat me up. Later about six team leaders came over and joined in the beating until I had a bloody nose and a swollen face. After two days and nights of torture, they left me at the mercy of the criminal prisoners who taped my mouth shut, beat and kicked me, and stomped on my legs. I could no longer walk or even squat to relieve myself at that time. They tortured me for over a month. My whole body was covered with wounds inflicted by twisting, pinching, dragging and beating. I was extremely weak, and they forcibly brought me to the male team for intravenous injection. With my hands and feet bound to a bed, I was exposed to extreme cold. After more than ten days of such torture, I was transferred to the Gaoyang Forced Labor Camp to be subjected to even more intense torture. By then, I had been detained in the Kaiping Forced Labor Camp for four months and three weeks.

I was very weak when I arrived at the Gaoyang Forced Labor Camp. Since the authorities could not shake my belief, the police tried to force me to renounce my belief me by forcing me to run laps outdoors. I was asked to run 30 laps around the yard . After a couple of laps, in my weakened state, I fell and my feet and legs were injured.

The criminal prisoners, who were directed by the police and offered reduced terms for their participation, frequently beat practitioners. They hit me on the head with a rolling pin. My head was full of bruises. During the daytime, I was forced do heavy labor such as sifting the sand to remove debris in it, mopping the floors ten times a day, cleaning the washroom, etc. There were six cess pits in the washroom which served as toliets and I was required to rinse each cess pit with ten basins of water. At noon, they did not allow me to take a rest. I had to mop the floor. When I was done, I had to sit on the wet concrete floor. In the evening, my hands were cuffed to two metal rings on the floor until midnight. Later, I was still not allowed to sleep. Instead, they forced me to mop the floor and clean the washroom. I was not even allowed to go to the bathroom. Once, I had to use the toilet while I was cleaning the bathroom. Criminal prisoner Fan Lili saw me and kicked me to the ground, pulled off my shoes and used them to beat me my on my genitals area until I was bruised.

Criminal prisoner Zhao Lijun beat me with the soles of her shoes until my face was black and swollen. Whenever there was chance, she would beat me. Every time after I was tortured and beaten up by the leader of the squad, Zhao Lijun, Fan Lili and another criminal prisoner, would not allow me to enter the cell. They dragged me into the washroom where they kept torturing me. They stabbed my hands with needles, and poured water into my nose and mouth, etc.

One day, while my hands were cuffed from behind, Dr. Bai inserted a rubber pipe about the size of a small finger and over a meter in length, into my stomach via my nose. My mouth and nose started to bleed. When I resisted the violent procedure, he shocked me on the face with an electronic prod, and stepped on and twisted my face. My face bled and turned black and blue. This type of torture lasted over a month.

Once, when I shouted, "Falun Dafa is good!" criminal prisoner Jiang Hong, on the orders of the head of the squad, forced a dirty sock into my mouth. My mouth became filled with blood. With my hands cuffed from behind, I was beaten up and lost consciousness as well as the control over my bladder and bowels.

One day, the squad leaders Huang Bao, Li X, and Zhang X, lured me to the foot of a tower. There they took turns beating me with a wooden stick and shocking me with an electric baton.

Once, in a vegetable field, Political Instructor Zhao X, instructed two criminal prisoners to dig a hole in front of me, and said to me, "If you do not renounce your belief in Falun Gong, we'll bury you alive." Using all possible means and threats, they tortured me for four nights in attempt to make me give up my cultivation practice.

Another time, on the orders of the head of the squad, criminal prisoner Zhao Lijun poured ink on my face and wrote words defaming Teacher and Dafa on my clothes. She also hung a sign around my neck with words that defamed Dafa. Then she led me to each cell, mocking me in filthy language in order to insult my human dignity and abuse me spiritually. A drug addict who was mute, knelt in front of me with a bowl of porridge. All of the people in the room wept in order to persuade me to eat. When they saw that I wasn't moved at all, they forced open the belt of my trousers and poured the steaming hot porridge into the neck of my sweather . The cereal streamed down along my legs. At that time, my legs were very swollen after being beaten. I was not allowed to wash or change my clothing and it took four days for my clothes to dry using only the warmth of my body.

On the evening of May 15, 2003, Huang Bao ran towards me, kicked me in the chest with a powerful flying kick that is used in martial arts . I was thrown back several meters and fell to the ground. He repeated attacking me with flying kicks several times. My chest was severely bruised after each blow from the powerful kick. After he was finished attacking me with flying kicks, he would beat my thighs with a wine bottle.

One evening, Huang Bao brought me to a pile of sand I had sifted during the day. Together with several criminal prisoners, he lifted me up into the air and threw me down on the sand pile repeatedly. I cannot remember how many times they repeated this. At the time, I had already been on hunger strike for twelve months. I weighed less than 35 kilograms. This form of torture is extremely brutal because it can break a person's back and injure a person's internal organs without leaving any outward bruises. They also shocked me constantly with electric prods. I no longer remember how long they tortured me like that. They then dragged me to the cell and tied me to a metal ring in the ground until midnight. I cannot remember how many nights I spent like this.

During one force-feeding session, director Yang, squad leaders Wei , Li , Chang , Zhang , Ma , Ye , together with some criminal prisoners, pressed me to the ground, and pried open my teeth with pliers. My mouth was covered with blood. They continued for two days, about two hours a day. About four electric prods were used on my body each time. Li and criminal prisoner injected chili sauce with vinegar into my mouth and then sealed my mouth with bandage. Chang X injected alcohol into my nose and burned my hands with a cigarette butt [Falun Gong practitioners do not smoke or drink so frequently guards torture them by forcing them to drink alcohol or putting cigarettes in their noses as a form of humiliation ].

One evening, director Yang, squad leaders Li and Zhang fashioned a cross and cuffed me to it. When the director of the Bureau came for inspection, the two squad leaders hid the cross and handcuffs and told him how well they treated me. Then CCTV came to film me, I shouted, "Falun Dafa is good!" They asked me why I did not eat, and I answered, "I benefit from practicing Falun Dafa. Even if you torture me to death, I won't give it up. As long as I am detained in a detention center or a forced labor camp, I won't eat and drink. I want to walk out of the forced labor camp with my dignity intact."

One evening, director Yang, and squad leaders Li and Zhang dragged me to a vacant house, handcuffed me to a metal frame and left. Soon a figure arrived with disheveled hair, pretending to be a ghost, in order to frighten me. With righteous thoughts in mind, I recited Teacher's poem,

Mighty Virtue

Dafa never leaves the body,
Heart contains Zhen-Shan-Ren;
A great Arhat in the world,
Spirits and ghosts fear the most.

[Provisional translation from Hongyin subjected to improvement.]

The squad leaders acted like buffoons, exhausting all their means to torture me into renouncing my belief in Falun Dafa.

One day after I sifted the sand, police guard Zhang led me into a room containing pictures and signs on the walls, defaming Teacher. About half an hour later, eight police guards entered, including director Yang, squad leaders Zhang , Ye , Ma , Zhao and others. They forced me to kneel on a Falun emblem [a respected emblem of Falun Dafa] in the middle of the room in order to humiliate me and cause me psychological stress by forcing me to defame my belief. One of the squad leaders came up to me and put my head between his legs. Two of the squad leaders bound my arms with thin rope from behind my back. My arms were turned at a 90 angle and the string cut into my flesh. If they did not like the position of my arms, two policemen would kick my arms back and forth as if they were kicking a bag. Five minutes was all it took to turn my arms black and blue. They call this form of torture "On Strings". Next, two policemen shook my arms back and forth, and pushed my head to left and right really fast until I was totally dizzy. Then they subjected me to a second round of "On Strings. In two days time, I was subjected to the "On Strings" torture for a total of eight times. The head of the police team said, "Any man would cry out for their mother and father after two rounds of "On Strings". We have forced all the others that were tortured like this to renounce their belief".." I recited Teacher's Fa, "Righteous Thoughts and Righteous Actions"

A Great Enlightened Being does not fear hardship
Having forged an adamantine will
And with no attachment to living or dying
He walks his path of Fa-rectification openly and nobly

They tortured me like this for over 50 days. Even to this day, I still bear the scars and marks from the torture I was subjected to and they can be clearly seen.. I was on hunger strike for a total of ten months at the Gaoyang Forced Labor Camp. The police guards there are very brutal and vicious. They employed all possible torture instruments in their attempts to force me to renounce my belief.

At the time, I was no longer able to speak. In order to make me speak and eat, the police beat me so hard that I could not walk. They even brushed my teeth with urine and stuffed a used sanitary napkin into my mouth with . They did not allow me to sleep at all. What's worse, they did not even allow me to close my eyes by taping my upper eyelids open. Due to the torture, I became severely traumatized and unable to speak. Not until then did the police have my family members come to take me back home. Even then, they still tried to extort money from my family members. , I had been on hunger strike in two forced labor camps for a total of nearly fifteen months before I was finally released from those horrific places.

I now share my story so that people around the world who have been poisoned by lies are able to learn the truth of how brutally Dafa practitioners are being tortured and the evil nature of Jiang's criminal gang. For the sake of human dignity, a bright future, and to uphold justice, let us together bring the chief perpetrator, Jiang, to justice in the courts of morality, conscience, and law.