Are They Really Trying to "Save" Me?

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My name is Gong Ruiping, and I am a female Falun Gong practitioner from the Beijing suburb of Pinggu County. On July 2, 2001, more than twenty people from my employer (the County Education Bureau) and the county police department carried me from my home by force, and sent me to a brainwashing class that was being held at the Qinan Labour Camp in Daxing County. On July 13, I was sent to the Pinggu Detention Centre. Around July 20, I was forcefully admitted to the Hanzhuang Mental Hospital in Pinggu County. A while later, I was able to escape from that horrible place.

During the twenty plus days that I was under detention, I endured all kinds of inhumane treatment. Once I was beaten so viciously that I lost consciousness and suffered from temporary memory loss. In order to obtain recognition and awards from the higher-ups as well as trying to deceive other practitioners and the people of the world, officials in Pinggu County openly spread the lie that I had gone mad from practising Falun Gong. How had I really gone "mad?" Please read what I endured during those twenty plus days.

The day after I was forced to attend the brainwashing class, a former practitioner who had been transformed [brainwashed and tortured to oppose Falun Gong by the persecutors] slapped me hard as soon as I entered. Then Wang Qiying and Li Cuilan, two women sent by the County Education Bureau to "accompany me" joined forces with that former practitioner. The three of them stuffed some dirty toilet paper into my mouth, and squeezed my nose and eyes shut. I could not breathe. All I could see was darkness and I slowly crumpled to the ground. At that time, I thought to myself, "This is it! I am not going to give up even if it means that I am going to die right here." At that moment, I vaguely heard someone saying, "Let go of her! Otherwise she'll die."

They removed their hands from my nose, and I was able to draw a deep breath. Slowly I regained consciousness. The person who was holding my eyes shut also removed her hands. I opened my eyes and saw that the person who was still holding my mouth shut was Wang Qiying. When she saw me looking at her and recognizing who she was, she grabbed a book and held it in front of my eyes so I could not see her anymore. She then grabbed my hair and hit my head repeatedly against the wall. She then punched my face again and again. I began to see stars and lost consciousness soon after.

I have no idea how long it took for me to regain consciousness. When I came to, I saw Wang Qiying grabbing both of my cheeks hard while shouting, "Your husband does not want you after all. He has been fired from the County Police Department. Did you know that?" At that time, I was suffering from temporary memory loss. I simply looked at her in a daze and tried very hard to figure out what was happening. I thought to myself, "Where am I? Why is she saying all these things to me? What is going on here? What am I doing here?" A while later, I could hear myself shouting, but I had no idea what I was saying. Several policemen from the Daxing Labour Camp stood outside of the door and did not dare to step inside. They watched me with frightened looks on their faces. Later, I found out that Wang Qiying had been lying to me about my husband.

I have no idea how I arrived at the Daxing Labour Camp and when I left. I vaguely remember them dragging me on the ground to the car that carried us back to the hotel. When I woke up, I saw that quite a bit of skin on both of my kneecaps had been broken, and I was bleeding freely. My skirt had been torn from the dragging. After I went back to the hotel room (apparently I was detained at the Daxing Labour Camp during the day and sent to a hotel at night), several people happened to pass by the door of my room. At that point, my face was swollen, and it had turned black and blue from the beating. My left eye was almost completely shut from the swelling, and the area around my right eye had turned purple. When they saw me, they almost started to cry. But when I woke up the next day, even though my body ached everywhere, my mind became completely clear. It gave me a deeper appreciation of the mighty power of Falun Dafa. When I was 20-years-old, I had suffered from an emotional setback. I became so mentally unstable that I could not go to work or carry on a normal life. It took six months of medical treatment before I completely recovered from it. This time after enduring such a traumatic experience, I was able to return to normal overnight. How could it not make me believe in Dafa even more firmly than before?

Wang Hongjing (male, the office manager of the Pinggu County 610 office, an agency specifically created to persecute Falun Gong, with absolute power over each level of administration in the Party and all other political and judiciary systems) and a division head from the Beijing Police Department with the surname of Yang came to see me. When they saw that I had recovered from my ordeal that day before, they along with Wang Qiying and Li Ruilan, the two people who had beaten me the day before, started to think of new ways to hurt me. Before I had a chance to say anything, Wang and Li dragged me from my bed to the floor and started to beat me. I was already badly injured, and the new round of beating caused even more severe pain. I silently gritted my teeth and tried to endure the pain. I made up my mind that I would not make any sound at all no matter how much they hurt me. When Wang saw that I was not giving up, she became so enraged that she grabbed something and hit me in the face with it. Immediately I felt dizzy and lost hearing in both of my ears. I still refused to make any sound at all. She then began to shout at the top of her lungs right next to my ears, but my heart did not waver. A while later, I could feel that the hearing in my left ear had returned.

Wang and Li whispered to each other for a while and came up with another way to torture me. Wang brought a basin filled with cold water and threw the water on my face. I started to cough and shiver. Wang became very excited and said, "This works really well! This works really well!" She threw water at me several more times. When I became numb and showed no outward reaction to the cold water, she stopped. At that time, I had injuries all over my body and was completely soaked. The two of them realized that they could not bend my will with violence, so they decided to try a different approach. They started to appear to be very considerate and kind, and tried to talk to me. But no matter what kind of ploy they came up with, nothing they did could shake my righteous belief in Falun Dafa.

In order to protest this violation of my basic freedoms, I began a hunger strike the moment I was forced to enter the brainwashing class. They tried to force-feed me through my nose, and they added laxatives to the food. As a result, I suffered from diarrohea more than a dozen times a day. So I told Wang Hongjing, "You added laxatives to my food and caused my diarrohea!" She responded in laughter, "I did not think your brain would work so fast!" Even though I saw through their ploy, they still added laxatives to the food. I maintained righteous thoughts and thought to myself, "I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. No matter what they use on me, they cannot destroy my will."

Several days later, they sent me back to the Daxing Labour Camp, where they tried to make me give up my beliefs in Dafa with the threat of detention at the labour camp. Once we arrived, a policeman told Li Cuilan, "A superior is coming to inspect the facility today. Do not take her to the main building, keep her in the mess hall." They did not want anyone to see me because I had injuries all over my body, and they were afraid to let the superiors see me. So they dragged me to the mess hall. Two former practitioners who had been transformed by the persecutors [brainwashed and tortured to force them to change] came over to me and started to talk about their evil views to me. My heart remained unshakable. Later, a guard went to find Li Cuilan and others, and said, "Why don't you take her back? She is causing us problems here. Do not bring her here again. We just had our two best people talk to her, but they could do nothing to her. After you take her back, do not just give her superficial injuries. When she should not be lying down, do not let her lie down...." Their voices became fainter and fainter until I could not hear the conversation anymore. The only thing I could see was Wang Hongjing nodding her head constantly. I knew that they were about to use even more vicious methods to torture me.

As soon as we returned to the hotel, Wang Hongjing and the others flew into a rage and tried to force-feed me. Five or six of them held me down in a chair and tried to stick a tube into my nose. They did this five or six times, but each time the tube made me so dizzy and nauseous that I kept coughing, making the feeding impossible. Someone said, "We cannot stick this tube inside of her." Another person with the surname of Yang said angrily, "Try the other nostril." They acted crazily and kept trying to stick the tube into my nose numerous times. I was in a tremendous amount of pain and began to bleed profusely. It took eight or nine more tries before they finally stuck the feeding tube down my nose. I could tell that the force-feeding session on that day was very different from other times. It was as if they had lost their sense of humanity and could care less whether I would live or die. After the force-feeding session ended, I found it extremely difficult to breathe. The only thing that I could do was to lie on the bed meekly and vomit phlegm and blood. But nobody paid any attention to me. A while later, I heard a male voice demanding viciously, "Throw up the food! Why don't you throw up the food?" At this point, I thought, "I almost died from the last force-feeding session. I am just about to get over it. Why would you want me to throw up?" Then it suddenly occurred to me that they wanted me to throw up so they could force-feed me again and kill me. Countless Falun Dafa practitioners had died from force-feeding sessions. Gong Baohua, a person from my village, had died from a force-feeding session conducted by the evil people in the Pinggu Detention Centre.

The cruel, inhumane force-feeding sessions that I went through made me see through their true evil intention. While claiming they were doing the force-feeding out of concern for my health, their true intention was to kill me. They had committed too many crimes against me and did not want to be exposed. In addition, they had Jiang Zemin's orders to back them up. They knew they could do anything to force Falun Dafa practitioners give up their beliefs in "Truthfulness Benevolence Forbearance." They were allowed to torture practitioners, including sexually abusing and even raping female practitioners. If they still could not accomplish their goal, they were even allowed to kill the practitioners. When that happened, they could either impose an information blockade or claim that the practitioners had died from diseases or committed suicide. Their ploys were the epitome of evil.

The next day at noon, in order to protest the force-feeding session that almost killed me the previous day, I started to eat regularly. When they saw this, Wang, Li, Yang and others became enraged. Li looked at me angrily and told Wang Hongjing, "We can no longer place ourselves in a position where we do not have the initiative." When I heard these words, I became alarmed and thought, "They were trying to kill me with the force-feeding session the previous day. They did not succeed, and now they are going to come up with another vicious ploy."

Wang Hongjing saw that I was lying on the bed meekly, so she came up with another plan. That evening, she brought two men from the local 610 office to my room and said, "The three of us are going to watch over you tonight." As soon as I heard her say that, I became alarmed. At that moment, Wang Hongjing turned off the light, and the room was in total darkness. One of the men got into my bed, laid next to me, and tried to place my hand on his genitals. He had grabbed my breasts once before when he was carrying me. I kept pulling my hand away. During the night, he tried to do this numerous times but was repelled by my strong righteous thoughts each time. In the end, he gave up. The next day was the eleventh day that I was forced to attend the brainwashing class, and people from the Pinggu Police Department came to take me back to Pinggu. Right before we got into the car, a man said, "Do not let other Falun Gong people see her." The injuries on my body were still very severe at that point, and they were afraid of having their crimes exposed.

After we went back to Pinggu, they did not allow me to go back home. Instead they held me at the Pinggu Detention Centre. Several days later, when the wounds on my face and the rest of my body were mostly healed, they finally allowed my husband (who is a policeman)to see me. But soon after, I was brutally beaten by Hu Dongshan, a policeman at the Pinggu Detention Centre. He kicked my stomach and legs repeatedly, grabbed my hair, and hit my head against the wall. Meanwhile, policeman Wang Baoli watched the beating with an amused look on his face. Many inmates who were detained at the female cell #1 of the detention centre witnessed the beating as well.

Several days later, Policewoman Qu Jingying transferred me from the female cell #1 to cell #2. She ordered two male prisoners to place handcuffs and shackles on me, injuring my right ankle in the process. Qu also ordered female inmates to beat and kick me repeatedly.

Seven days after I was first sent to the detention centre, a vicious policeman told me that he was taking me home. I believed him and got into the car with him, but I was not taken to my home. Instead, I was driven to the Hanzhuang Mental Hospital. I knew that the police department was planning to continue torturing me under the pretense of providing me with medical treatment. I could not accept the arrangements made by them. I told myself that I had to escape from the mental hospital. In the end, I was able to do that.

During the last twenty plus days, I endured all kinds of inhumane torture, but nothing they did could shake my righteous belief in Falun Dafa. Instead, the experience made me more steadfast and made it easier for me to distinguish righteousness from evil.

In order to let more people of the world find out about the slander of Falun Gong and the persecution of Falun Gong practitioners in China, I decided to write down my experiences and publish it. I hope that it will awaken some people, and make them see through the lies and gain a correct understanding of Falun Gong. I hope that my story will help to clear away some of the lies that people had believed in before, and more people can be saved.

A note from the person who submitted this article: Dear readers, when you see the truth-clarifying article written by the author, you should realize that she is using her precious life to awaken people to "Truthfulness Benevolence Forbearance." Because of her truth-clarifying effort, the author of this article was arrested again on September 17, 2001, and she is currently being held at the Pinggu Detention Centre. Nobody knows if she is dead or alive right now. Kind-hearted people, please lend your righteous hands and offer your support to Falun Dafa and its practitioners, who are being unjustly persecuted for simply wanting to be good people. May such inhumane persecution end soon with your help!

September 25, 2001


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