(Minghui.org) I returned to the forced labor camp where I was previously detained to expose its crimes of torture against Falun Dafa practitioners and to stop the guards from committing bad deeds. Going to these evil places to expose crimes and clarify the facts would, in most people’s eyes, be extremely dangerous.
I came to understand that Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa, has already done the legwork for me and has given His disciples ample courage and wisdom. I felt blessed that Master arranged for me to do this task successfully.
Demanding My Daughter’s Release
The police tried to arrest me in 2004, so I went out of town to stay at my daughter’s home. However, when I clarified the facts to people and handed out informational materials, my daughter and I were arrested. Both of us were held in the same labor camp but in different teams. My daughter was detained for one year, while I was there for two years.
We were subjected to cruel torture, and my term was extended by four months. They put me in the so-called “special control” team, where they torture Falun Dafa practitioners by shocking them with electric batons, hanging them up while handcuffed, and injecting practitioners with poisonous medications, among other things. I could often hear the screams of practitioners being tortured.
While I was there, I wrote more than 20 letters to labor camp officials at different levels, reporting on the torture and abuse inflicted on practitioners, but I received no response. I returned home in October 2006.
In April 2007, my daughter was arrested and held in the labor camp again. I decided to go there to demand her release. I arrived at the provincial capital and bought train tickets to the town near the labor camp. It was pouring rain. Even though I was in the labor camp for over two years, I had no idea how to get there and didn’t know what the local environment was like. Previously, the police had taken me there and then brought me back when I was released.
I boarded the train and had no thought about where to go when I got there. I had nothing in my mind and only kept reciting the Fa. When I arrived at the train station, I asked the ticket inspector, “Do you happen to have someone whose name is Fen working here?”
She replied enthusiastically, “Yes we do! But she has just finished work.” I was so excited. When I was at the labor camp, Ms. Fen was held in the same “special control” team, and we got to stay together for a few days before we were separated. I asked the ticket inspector to call her, telling her that a friend was waiting for her. As soon as she got the call, she came over immediately and took me to her home.
I told her the intent of my visit. She also knew my daughter. When she learned that my daughter was being held there again, she was very sad. My daughter went from being an excellent student in the university, to being dismissed from school because of practicing Falun Dafa, to being subjected to persecution in the labor camp time after time. But no matter how rampant the evil was, she still held onto her belief. When I told Ms. Fen that I wanted to go to the labor camp to demand my daughter’s release, she was very supportive and arranged for a fellow practitioner to take me there.
The next day, the practitioner took me to the entrance of the labor camp. I asked her to wait for me outside and went in by myself.
This was the only women’s labor camp in the province. It was very big, and the crimes that took place there were often reported on the Minghui website. It was normally heavily guarded, but when I entered, every steel door was open, without a single guard. Nobody even checked my ID.
I went straight to the prison warden’s office. When I was detained there, I tried to meet with the warden, but was never allowed. This time I could go directly to find him.
As soon as I went into the office, the office manager remembered me. I told him that I needed to find the prison warden, as my daughter was being held there again. I wanted to tell him about the situation. The office manager said, “He stepped out. You can talk to me.”
I began, “My daughter was diagnosed with serious heart disease. She was so sick, and we couldn’t cover her medical expenses. Her life was at a risk. Under that situation, she started practicing Falun Dafa. She then got better. If you don’t release her... if something were to go wrong with her, I’d have to sue you. You know her illness was healed by practicing Falun Dafa. If she were to have any issues, whatever explanation you were to give me, I wouldn’t accept it. I know your evil ways of torturing people. I know about them all.”
The warden then appeared. He pointed at me and shouted to the office manager, “Get her out of here! Get her out of here!”
I asked, “Who are you? Are you the prison warden?”
“Yes I am, so what?” he replied. I challenged him, “I came here to report to you. Why are you wanting to kick me out?”
“There is no place Falun Dafa can speak out. I won’t allow you to talk here,” he shouted. I tried to respond but the office manager pushed me out.
I then went to the management office, and the divisional manager threatened to have me arrested. I said, “Why would you have me arrested? I came here to report on a situation.”
I went home and wrote a truth-clarification letter on what the prison warden and the office manager said and reported on the situation to expose the crimes committed in the labor camp. I then sent the letter to the provincial Labor Camp Bureau, and the Department of Justice.
Appealing at the Provincial Labor Camp Bureau and Department of Justice
Ms. Fen got in touch with practitioners in the provincial capital the next day, and we boarded the train to the capital where we ran into another fellow practitioner, Ms. Bao. Ms. Bao was also imprisoned at the labor camp before. We were once held in the same cell.
Ms. Bao introduced me to a local group to join their Fa-study. They were concerned about me and tried to talk me out of going to appeal to the Labor Camp Bureau and the Department of Justice. They still considered the persecution to be very serious, as one practitioner who went to the labor camp to send forth righteous thoughts, after having been released from four days prior, was arrested again. But I made up my mind to go.
Those practitioners had their coordinator Ms. Ding go with me to help me send righteous thoughts. They also arranged practitioners from two Fa-study groups to help me send righteous thoughts from 8 a.m. to 11 a.m..
The next day, Ms. Ding and I headed to the provincial Labor Camp Bureau. We first went to the management office. I said to the divisional manager, “I want to report a situation to you.”
He was very polite and invited us to sit down, but when I mentioned that I was a Falun Dafa practitioner, he had a straight face. “We don’t receive Falun Dafa visitors here. Please leave quickly!” he exclaimed.
He stood up and was about to leave, when I said in a peaceful tone, “Please don’t kick us out. You can make your decision after listening to us and see whether what we say makes sense or not. For us to come here to report our situation is out of our trust in you.” He sat down and continued to listen.
I told him about my daughter’s and my situation: “For one to practice Falun Dafa to obtain a healthy body and keep fit, which law and regulation does one break? In addition, one is not permitted to mention the law. The leader of the guards told collaborators, ‘Look, her mind is filled with messy things, you’ve got to teach her! Let her be clear on what civilized law-enforcement is.’ One of the collaborators then slapped me repeatedly, while shouting at me. Is that what civilized law-enforcement looks like?
“The labor camp guards deprived me of sleep for long periods at various times. They had collaborators watch me. As soon as I closed my eyes, they would use toothpicks to poke my eyelids, or put spicy oil into my eyes. In the beginning, every time it came to the 13th day of no sleep, I became muddle-headed. My back was bent over 90 degrees, I was drooling, I began to talk nonsense, my hands grabbed anything I could reach, and I appeared to hear and see strange things.
“I later became like that after the 11th day. While I was in that state, a group of them surrounded me to try to get me to renounce my belief. At night, they forced me to walk back and forth in the room. Because I was hearing and seeing strange things, whenever I saw a wall, I thought it was a road. So I always ended up banging into the wall and falling to the ground. I also lost my memory. Therefore, when I got back up, I banged into the wall again. In the end, I was full of injuries.”
I also told this divisional manager that, for a long period of time, I was only allowed to use the toilet once a day. Thus, I didn’t dare to drink water and only ate a small steamed bun every day. The pain was beyond imagination. One practitioner wanted to have bowel movement, and a collaborator forced her to excrete in her food bowl. When another practitioner couldn’t hold it and excreted on the floor, a collaborator used the practitioner’s clothes to wipe it up, then stuffed the clothes into her mouth. A collaborator also stuffed a used sanitary napkin into an elderly practitioner’s mouth and didn’t allow her to wash her mouth before eating.
A senior practitioner in the cell near me was dragged out to be forced-fed at 8 a.m. one morning. I never saw her return. Her clothes and living necessities were left behind. I heard that she died from the forced-feeding. I once passed by the cell next to mine and heard someone crying. We later went to the washroom and passed by her cell, and one practitioner pushed open her cell door. The practitioner there had been beaten terribly, and her hands were tied to two bed frames. A collaborator was trying to push the beds apart to torture her! The practitioner saw this scene and shouted out, “Do you want to kill her?” She then turned around and shouted towards the stairs, “People are beaten terribly up here!” The practitioner who was being tortured later became mentally ill. I could hear her cries every day. There were still so many miserable things to mention!”
In the end, I said, “The Party controls everything, what is this Party doing to our country? Why treat these kind-hearted people so cruelly, so evilly, and so despicably? Dare you show some of these things on TV for people all over the country to see? People should judge for themselves whether Falun Dafa is good or bad. They will choose what is beneficial to their lives. Something that is forced upon a person with a knife to his neck must not be good. If this continues, is there any hope for this country? Use the law and your conscience to weigh what I said and see if it makes sense.”
What I said seemed to move him. He listened attentively and, in the end, said, “Please put down something in writing for me. I’ll then go to investigate, find out what happened, and deal with it.”
As we were about to leave the building, one practitioner said to me, “It’s not easy for us to make a trip down here. We should find more people to talk to.” What she said made sense, so we went to see the deputy director of the Labor Camp Bureau, who was in charge of persecuting Falun Dafa practitioners. When I mentioned the terrible atrocities that were taking place, he didn’t want to listen. He immediately called the office manager and told us to talk to him.
The office manager didn’t want to listen to us either and tried to cook something up to have us arrested. He had a copy of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and cut it with scissors in front of us. If we tried to stop him, he’d have gotten us arrested. We didn’t fall for his trick and quietly sent forth righteous thoughts. We understood that there are people out there who just can’t be saved, but at least we tried. We then left.
We went to the Department of Justice the next day. We first went to the office, where the office manager received us. He was a nice person. After he heard what I had to say, he asked me to put something together to mail to him. He also repeatedly asked me to find more people to write about what they experienced in the labor camp. A female staff member kept interrupting him, but he didn’t get sidetracked.
We also went to the Treasury Department and a few other places to clarify the facts. As long as their office doors were open, we’d go in. Many officials listened to us without saying anything. We left right after we finished talking to them.
Enlisting Fellow Practitioners’ Help
Finding practitioners to put together appeal letters required Ms. Fen’s help. I discussed with her about where to go, who to find, and who would take me to see them. As Ms. Fen had to work, she couldn’t take much time off. She took me to a few places, and then arranged another practitioner to take me to a few dozen more places. It required taking the train for close to 10 hours to get to some places. I helped those who were not good at writing to write down their experiences in the labor camp. I also put together at least four appeal letters. Over 20 practitioners agreed to write their appeal letters on their own.
We went to the home of a deceased senior practitioner who was held in the same cell as me. Her husband used to work in the procuratorate and had passed away. She was 64 years old at the time of her death. There were four children, with one daughter and son being Dafa practitioners. When the persecution began, the practitioner’s husband was terrified and developed a mental disorder. Her daughter’s husband also divorced her because of the practice.
However, this senior practitioner had strong faith in Master and Dafa. She was tortured to the point that her intestines were exposed, but she refused to give up her belief. She passed out and was taken to the hospital for emergency treatment. Her legs were later beaten so severely that she couldn’t walk properly. Soon after she returned home, she passed away.
Her daughter told us that before she died, she had always called out my name, asking her daughter to find me, to have me write about the persecution she was subjected to and let the world’s people know that she was persecuted to death by the Chinese Communist Party.
After listening to her daughter’s story and seeing her mentally ill son, both the practitioner and I shed tears.
We found another practitioner who was severely persecuted, but she didn’t want to speak out about it, as she thought it was extremely embarrassing. She was only in her early 30s. Because she refused to renounce her faith, six guards stood by her and ordered a collaborator to thrust a fork into her vagina. The pain she had to endure was beyond imagination. There were other incidents that she hated to recall, nor talk about.
Conclusion
My initial thought was to visit the labor camp to demand my daughter’s release, but through another practitioner’s words, Master encouraged me to go to the Labor Camp Bureau and Department of Justice to clarify the facts and expose the evil persecution as well. I also never planned to go to different places to look for practitioners to write appeal letters. It was Master who had me understand this. Others told me where to go and who to look for.
This experience was probably set way back in pre-history. Otherwise, how could the practitioner who passed away shout out my name to request that I write a letter for her to expose those bad people?
After I returned home, I wrote a letter to my company to demand my pension, as it had been illegally withheld for seven years. The company informed me they would compensate me for that. They wrote on a slip of paper that they owed me over 100,000 yuan and agreed to pay me back over time. Afterward, they gave me back the debit card to receive my pension payments. I came to understand that this was only possible because practitioners and I collectively accomplished the task that Master arranged for me to do.
I am so fortunate to run into such a wonderful Master and be able to cultivate the universal Dafa. I’m immensely happy and honored!
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