(Clearwisdom.net) My name is Wang Dandan, and I am a resident of Heidao Town, Zhuanghe City, Dalian, Liaoning Province. I have always had a weak constitution. After I got married, I suffered serious health problems. Whenever I opened my eyes, I had acute pain, and my eyes watered continuously. Rheumatism was one of my most severe health problems. Even during the hottest summer days I wore layers of clothing and tightly covered myself with cotton-padded quilts. I also suffered convulsions and could not move. I could not fall sleep at night and often stayed awake for the entire night.
In spring 1996, I found a tumor on the left side of my neck and had it surgically removed. Shortly after the surgery, a tumor appeared on the right side of my neck. I came across the book Zhuan Falun when I felt that my life was worse then being dead. While I read the book, my eyes did not hurt and tears did no longer flowed down my face. It took me about two weeks to read the entire book. From then on, I could not put the book down. I slowly came to understand the true meaning of life and began living strictly by the principles "Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance." Because of Teacher's compassion, I no longer needed injections or pills. I finally was free of my illnesses. It was a miracle. I was given a new life!
Our family then lived happy lives until July 20, 1999, when officials from the Yuhuangshan Police Station in Heidao Town started to come to our home almost daily to harass us. They wanted us to write the guarantee statement.
On July 20, 2000, Chief Guo Yuanzheng and policeman Wang Jirui from the Yuhuangshan Police Station deceived me and two other practitioners. We were taken to the Zhuanghe City Detention Center. On the morning of the fourth day, I heard someone shouting, "A Falun Gong practitioner was beaten to death" as I was practicing the exercises. The practitioner who was tortured to death was 59-year-old Shao Shisheng. After that, all practitioners detained in the detention center went on a hunger strike, which scared those in charge. Three days later, the police sent 18 practitioners to Masanjia Forced Labor Camp without going through proper channels. They completed the documentation requirements after the transfer, which is unlawful.
I was released in September 2000. I continued to study the Fa, practice the exercises, and promote Dafa. The security staff of Yuhuangshan Village, the party secretary of the village chief Guo Yuanzheng, and policeman Wang Jirui from the Yuhuangshan Police Station often came to my home to harass me. They also pressured my husband to monitor me continuously.
In October 2000, as I was traveling to Beijing to validate Dafa, the authorities stopped me. In November 2000, I traveled to Beijing again. I walked to a bus station and arrived at Tiananmen Square at around 4:00 a.m. the next day. It was time for the national flag to be raised. I shouted, "Falun Dafa is good! Restore my Teacher's virtuous reputation!" I was able to shout the words twice before police forced me into a police car and took me to Zhanqian Police Station. There they put me into a large metal cage with eight other detained practitioners. We send forth righteous thoughts and hung banners in the cage.
In the evening, we were transferred to another police department within Beijing. Because I refused to give them my name, over ten policemen surrounded me and tortured me. They slapped my face and kicked me. As a result, my eyes sustained serious injury. I could not see anything and there was a ringing in my ears. I sent forth righteous thoughts for four to five minutes before everything returned to normal. I realized that Teacher's law body was helping me. The next day the guards handcuffed me and attached a rope to the handcuffs. They hung me up with this rope. They tried all the methods of torture they could think off, but I still did not cooperate. In desperation they took me to Beijing's Pinggu Detention Center.
At Pinggu, two practitioners and I were detained in one cell. There were also some non-practitioner inmates. The inmates were vicious, and the police incited them to beat us. They hit our faces, hit us with shoes, and kicked us. After a 17-year-old girl kicked me in the throat, I felt my throat constrict, and I could no longer eat or drink. Fearing that they might be held responsible, the guards put me in a car and drove me away from the detention center. After a while they just dumped me out of the car. I started to walk towards my home. As I walked, I found a piece of chalk and wrote "Falun Dafa is good" on electric poles and small bridges. I walked during the day and ran during the night. At crossroads, when I was not sure which route to take, I asked Teacher for help. Then words like "go straight forward" appeared in my mind. It was winter time and there was snow on the ground. I was wearing only two layers of clothing, and I was cold, hungry, exhausted, and sleepy. The soles of my feet were covered with broken blisters, and every step I took hurt terribly. When I was at the end of my endurance, I met two kind-hearted drivers who gave me a ride for many miles. I felt that our compassionate Teacher was nearby and looking after me at all times.
On the night of April 23, 2002, I was arrested by the Heidao Town Border Patrol Station while distributing truth-clarifying fliers. They sent me to the Zhuanghe Detention Center. After I went on a hunger strike to protest the persecution, a doctor in the detention center named Lin Jiquan ordered four or five inmates to help him to force-feed me. They first put handcuffs and shackles on me. Then they used a pair of pliers to hold my teeth and a screwdriver to pry my teeth open. All my teeth came loose. After the force-feeding, I vomited a lot of blood. All practitioners in the cell said out loud, "Falun Dafa is good," while I was being tortured with the force-feeding, which strongly shocked the evil. After five days, 30 practitioners and I were sent to the notorious Masanjia Forced Labor Camp.
When I first arrived at the Masanjia forced labor camp, the guards pretended insincerely that they cared about me and wanted to help me. They asked some collaborators to "reform" me. I recited the Fa and sent forth righteous thoughts, trying to keep a clear mind at all times and solidify my righteous belief in Dafa. A few days later, the guards showed their true faces. They beat me whenever they saw me sending forth righteous thoughts. This situation lasted for a month. Later I realized that I should not cooperate with the evil, so I refused to leave the cell. They tried in vain and finally gave up.
In the cell, whenever they slandered Dafa, I stood up and clarified the truth. Then the collaborators beat me. When I practiced the exercises and sent forth righteous thoughts, policewomen Zhang Xiurong, Dai Yuhong, and Yang Xiaofeng instigated collaborators to beat me. They also tied me with my legs crossed and left me on the cold floor (it was wintertime) for two or three hours at a time.
Under direction of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and head of the 610 Office, Liu Jing, the Masanjia Forced Labor Camp guards and staff escalated the persecution of practitioners. Director of the labor camp Su Jing, deputy director Zhao Laixi, and political commissar Wang Naimin all beat practitioners. The CCP once awarded Su Jing 50,000 yuan for torturing practitioners.
In late November 2002, the Masanjia officials began to brainwash practitioners. In the beginning, they forced practitioners to get up at 4:00 a.m. and made them stay awake until noontime. After one week, they forced the practitioners to stay awake around the clock. They also forced us to squat down for eleven days. When we got sleepy, they beat us. As a result of the torture, my entire body was swollen. I could no longer wear my shoes. Seeing that I remained firm in my belief, the perpetrators tied me up with my legs crossed, wrote some words slandering Teacher on some stickers, and pasted them on my body. They also tore Teacher's picture from a Dafa book and put it under my buttocks. Then they beat me the entire night. The following day, they brought in Wang Meixue, a collaborator from Heidao. They hung me in the air, with my head down, for an hour and 40 minutes and tied my wrists to a heating pipe. The heat burned my wrists. They handcuffed me to a bed so that I could not stand up or squat down, and I had to stay on my knees for seven days and nights. My knees and wrists were broken, and my wrists were burned. Running out of ideas to torture me, they finally gave up.
After I returned to the cell, I used every opportunity to validate the Fa and negate the evil persecution. On March 31, 2005, Su Jing, Wang Naimin, and Zhao Laixi moved all practitioners to the first floor and locked us in the same room. To protest the persecution, we shouted, "Falun Dafa is good," "Falun Dafa is a righteous cultivation way," and "Return the virtuous reputation of our Teacher." Guards Zhang Lei, Liu Hui, and Li Wei illegally extended my term. During my extended detainment, I clarified the truth to every guard and protested with a hunger strike. By that time I was very weak. The guards took me to Masanjia Hospital, where they force fed me and injected drugs intravenously. Wherever I went I said, "Falun Dafa is good!" Group head Xie (a very wicked person in charge of steadfast practitioners) ordered three guards to put me into a small cell. In the small cell (less than 18 square feet) was only a plastic basin for use as a toilet. It was July, and the weather was very hot and humid. I fell onto the grass mat on the floor and lost consciousness. When I woke up around dusk, I noticed blood everywhere on the walls -- it's hard to know how many practitioners had been persecuted there. They tortured me in the small cell for five days. I became emaciated and was only skin and bones when they took me from the cell. Afraid of being held responsible for my death, the guards called the local police station in my hometown and had them pick me up and take me home.
Above is just a brief description of the persecution I experienced. This is a only a tiny fraction of the crimes perpetrated by Jiang's regime. There were practitioners who were tortured much worse than I have described above. By disclosing the crimes of the wicked guards, I hope I can move people's benevolent minds and consciences so that they will choose a good future at this historic moment.
09/04/2005