By a practitioner in China
March 6, 2002
On December 1, 2000, right after the early morning national flag raising ceremony at Tiananmen Square, another practitioner and I stood facing Tiananmen entrance and unfurled our large banners. We cried out from deep in our hearts to everyone, "Falun Dafa Is Good!" In no time there were several plainclothes police surrounding us. They kicked us, beat us, and ripped our banner from us. We were forcefully dragged away and tossed into the police vehicle with several other fellow practitioners who had already been detained before us.
They harshly locked us inside steel cages in the basement of the Tiananmen Square Police Station. There the police asked us to fill out our names and addresses on their forms. We refused to cooperate with the evil persecution and did not reveal our names. Police escorted us to several major detention centres using buses. The police detained about 500 practitioners that day.
I was sent to the Haidian Detention Centre. It was about 8 p.m. when I got there. We were forced to be finger printed and photographed. Later, our clothes were all stripped off and we were body searched. They cut up my clothes. I was menstruating at the time, and my discharge dripped onto the floor. A vicious policewoman slapped me hard, screamed at me, and ordered me to wipe the floor clean with my panties.
Since we did not reveal our identity, the police tagged us with serial numbers. I was sent to interrogation room #204. Two policemen tried to trick me to disclose my name and address. One of them snarled, "You better tell. We do not need any official procedure to sentence you, just because you do not have an ID card." (In fact, my ID card was confiscated by the local public security bureau right after the crackdown was officially declared in 1999.) I still did not utter a word. Another policeman took out an electric baton and shocked my face and head really hard. I was not moved by their tricks or tortures. I felt calm, broad, and level. I did not have the slightest fear since I was validating that Dafa [Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance] is good. I was clarifying the truth to people and I was doing the most righteous thing. They could do nothing to me, and ended up sending me back to jail cell #214. One policewoman whispered to other inmates after sending me into the cell, "This Falun Gong lady did not identify herself, you know how to take care of her for me." The inmates acted as though they got the most sacred order from the emperor and started their ruthless persecutions. They did not allow me to sleep. I was only allowed to wear thin underwear. I was forced to stand barefooted on the cold cement floor during the freezing December temperatures. Five inmates took turns hitting me and slapping my face. Yet I did not budge. Then they applied "Flying Airplane" (a painful torture with one's hands bent to the back and body laid on the floor) and "Lizard Climbing the Wall" tortures on me. Several 18 to 19-year-old girl inmates asked me, a mother with a 14-year-old daughter, to kneel in front of them. I ignored them.
I continued to resist their persecutions. They slapped my face with plastic soled slippers until the slippers were torn, and my face and hands were swollen. They then hit my head until it was covered with bumps. During the beating my vision got blurred with flashes and I lost my hearing. After they became tired of beating me, they ordered me to stand bending down with both hands touching the floor. When I could not maintain that posture and fell down, they had one tall and hefty deaf inmate haul me up by pulling my hair, and then slammed my head against the wall. The sound of my head hitting the wall scared the other inmates. They covered up their head with blankets and dared not watch this torture. Some inmates cried at this hideous scene and asked the guards to stop it. Yet the guards ignored the plea. After I lost consciousness one more time, they kicked me to wake me up. Then they stripped my clothes and threw me on top of the toilet. That deaf inmate started to fan me using a towel, while they poured cold water on my body. With each bowl of cold water being poured on me, I was chilled to the bone, and started shaking violently. They poured three basins full of cold water on me. My menstruation discharge also covered the whole floor. They were mad that I soiled the floor. Then that deaf inmate hit my temple hard. I lost consciousness one more time and fainted in the toilet. Only because they were afraid that I might die there, they permitted me to doze off at about dawn.
Their tortures throughout the entire night did not frighten me. With the resolute determination to cultivate Dafa [Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance], I started a hunger strike the next day to stand up against their persecutions. After hearing of my hunger strike, they again stripped my clothes and dragged me outside into the courtyard. In the freezing wind of December, they started force-feeding me by prying open my mouth with the toothbrush used to clean the bathroom. I resisted their force-feeding with all my might. After they tried all sorts of tortuous methods, including squeezing my nose, choking me by clutching my neck, brutally force feeding me, slapping my face, and pulling my hair, they did not succeed after exhausting all of their means. 5 to 6 of them finally got tired of this and dragged me back to the cell. This time they tied me up on the iron bed spread eagle style. With 7-8 policemen pressing down on me, they inserted the feeding tube while the policewomen cursed at me on the side. The stuff they fed me had a strong medicine odour. During the force feeding some policemen squeezed my kneecaps viciously. My kneecap felt as though it was being smashed and my body shook with pain.
Another female practitioner was handcuffed and shackled at the feet. Severe beating had disfigured her face. Police kept a large and thick hat covering her whole face, with only two eyes shown. She could be suffocated to death anytime. The shackles bit into her flesh and blood seeped out. When she needed to go to the rest room the inmates would block her way, yelling that she could not go without first telling her name. Once they ordered a hefty inmate to directly stand on her belly. We could all hear her screaming inside the cell. The guards would come to look, but as soon as they saw it was Falun Gong practitioners who were being tortured, they just turned the other direction and walked away without even uttering a word. So they force fed her every day just like this. We were both force fed a total of 9 times, and endured all the torture and humiliation by inmates and police. After 24 days, we escaped from Haidian Detention Centre, a hellish dungeon.
There are countless Chinese practitioners enduring unspeakable tortures every day. This is the atrocious torture and persecutions by Jiang's criminal gang against people who put their faith in "Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance." I am exposing their hideous crimes to kind people all over the world. I ask and plea to all kind-hearted people to help put a stop to the atrocities taking place in China.
Source: http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2002/3/18/19984.html
http://minghui.ca/mh/articles/2002/3/11/26460.html
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