(Clearwisdom.net) In late 1999, three female practitioners wrote statements under pressure, claiming that I persuaded them to go to Beijing to appeal for justice for Falun Dafa. Two policemen from the Police Department came to the detention center to beat me, asking me to provide evidence against those practitioners. I thought that, after all, I am a practitioner, not a "collaborator." No matter what, I would take all the responsibility and not let the police take advantage of our loopholes. Thinking of that, the only sentence that came out of my mouth was, "All three of them have husbands and children. No matter what they say about me, I will not make statements about them." Whenever the policeman asked me a question, he would knock my head against the wall or kick my lower body. (At that time, it was the first time I met such a situation. I did not know about opposing the persecution, but thought cultivating compassion meant forbearance.) With my teeth clenched, I repeated the same sentence. When I looked at the policeman who beat me, I found his eyes had turned red. He felt uneasy when looking at me.
In 2002, through my continuous efforts along with other practitioners, including clarifying the truth, the police guards and inmates started to have some positive understanding of Dafa. Still, beatings happened from time to time. One morning, a 16-year-old boy came in, with a 15-cm-long wound on his chest. (To save money, the doctor was instructed to remove the stitches one week in advance so that the boy could be sent to a labor camp early.) He moved in the room slowly. Upon seeing that, I saved my bed for him and went to sleep by the door with a trash can (for urine) next to me. The next morning, when more than 50 inmates in this division walked out, they saw me sleeping by the door to save the place for the boy. Some of them smiled and nodded at me.
Several days later, the head inmate sincerely told me that, "From you [practitioners], I can see the difference between you and us. When I first came in, the inmates beat me, but the guard totally ignored it. Later, I gave the guard several thousand yuan, and he appointed me as the head inmate. I also beat others, and the guard ignored it. When I watched the television program 'Animal World,' I felt numb when seeing the strong seeking out the weak as prey. After knowing you for more than one year, I started to like the upright roles in the television programs." Later, in front of inmates who just came in, this head inmate said he would not beat others any more. He kept his word. In addition, he continuously suggested that I talk more with new inmates about Falun Gong.
Around 2001, during the one-and-a-half years in the labor camp, I came across more than 1,000 inmates. I was able to help half of them either mentally or materially, and told them the truth about Dafa. Many of them were in tears when leaving the labor camp.
In those days when I appealed by going on a hunger strike, my righteous thoughts and righteous actions changed many inmates. They supported my Fa study and doing the exercises, even at the price of upsetting the guards, having their detention term extended, or having the guards deprive them of some "privileges."
Late last year, I was arrested and sent to the County B Political Security Division, where they demanded that I agree to having been involved in truth-clarification in that area. A policeman surnamed Huang was furious, "This is County B, not City A. It is not up to you whether you will speak out about things." Seven or eight people took turns depriving me of sleep for three days and three nights. After calming down and thinking it over, I realized it was necessary to change them with righteous thoughts. I thus told the policeman sincerely, "Officer Huang, I hope we can sit down, and I can tell you what I really think. Is it possible that we can have a talk as if you are not interrogating me as an officer? If what I say is wrong, please point it out. If what I say is correct and it is inconvenient for you to make comments, please just listen. Shall we?" He was moved by my sincerity and nodded with a smile. I first talked about my family, and he said to me frankly, "You have a wonderful family." Then I talked about my parents, who were either high government officers or highly educated intellectuals but were crushed during political campaigns even though they had made great contributions. I then talked about how my sister and I became practitioners, as well as the persecution we experienced. Although this policeman did not make comments, I could feel his thinking starting to change. Later he tried to help me by intentionally avoiding some questions. He was even reprimanded by the Political Security Division Director for doing that.
Three days later, the Political Security Division officials did not obtain anything, so they decided to send me to a detention center anyway. In the three following days, as a practitioner, I talked directly and compassionately with several detention center directors. As the capacity of my heart increased, the environment also became better and better. On the 6th day after the arrest, the detention center director told me, "You will be released, so get your things together and be prepared for it."
As I look back on the cultivation journey in the past, my understanding is that we need to have righteous thoughts. With courage and righteous thoughts to face any evil, there will be no tribulations that we cannot overcome. In this process, there were also moments that I hesitated and fell down. Under such circumstances, we need to readjust our mentality, and regain our perseverance to walk our path well. Only in this way can we feel worthy of being called a "Fa-rectification period Dafa disciple."
December 5, 2005
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