Personal Experience of Police Brutality on Tiananmen Square

In November 2001, a vicious policeman interrogated me on Tiananmen Square while I was looking for opportunities to clarify the truth. I asked him what was wrong with walking around. He asked if I knew about Falun Gong. I asked what that had to do with walking on the Square. A police van came by at that moment and the policeman pushed me into the van. Inside the van, a woman who looked like a vendor with a cloth basket in her hands was asked to curse Teacher Li[Mr Li Hongzhi the founder of Falun Gong]. She did and was released right away. The policeman asked me to do the same but I asked why I should curse people for no reason. Having heard that, he looked at me viciously, kept me in the van, and continued arresting others on the Square.

I saw that the police had hired a woman dressed like a tourist to help make the arrests. She looked around, told the police where the practitioners were, and showed the police where to find practitioners. Before long, the police van was jammed with practitioners. We were then sent to the basement of the Police Department at the Square and put inside iron cages. Practitioners started reciting Teacher Li’s articles in unison and hung their banners along the cages. In the evening, the police transferred these practitioners to Haiding Detention Centre where they were forcefully photographed and fingerprinted, and stripped naked for a body search. They tore my clothes to shreds. I saw a practitioner beaten in the corridor and his/her head was covered with wounds and blood. The police in the Detention Centre told us that we had to be responsible for our own injuries (caused by the beating by police). They took my fingerprints by force.

The inmates in the Detention Centre made me squat. I had to keep still because any movement would cause another round of beating. I slept for only one hour in three days. They slapped my face. When they got tired slapping with their hands, they used a notebook and a pair of slippers. My nose bled but they would not stop until the floor was covered with my blood. The head of the cell told me that if not for my old age, they would have stripped me naked, made me stand outdoors, and poured cold water on me.

This kind of thing happened daily to many practitioners.

Source:
http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2002/2/23/19146.html