Revealing the Persecution in Qianmen Police Station

I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. Since practicing Falun Dafa, my moral standards have risen, I love my country and people more, and I understand the essentials of being a morally good person. With Zhen (Truthfulness), Shan (Compassion), Ren (Forbearance) as my principles, I always check myself whenever I see conflicts between other people or experience them myself; and I try to treat everyone around me with sincerity.

Before she started practicing Falun Gong my mother used to suffer from diabetes and she had bursitis in her shoulders. She spent a lot of money on medical treatments every year; but none had any effect. Through practicing Falun Gong, my mother and I eliminated many illnesses and upgraded our realms of thought. We do not pursue fame or personal interests and have reached a disease-free state. All of these miracles occurred because we practice Falun Dafa.

On December 30, 2000, while on Tiananmen Square, I opened a banner that read, "Falun Dafa is good" and shouted, "Falun Dafa is good! The Fa rectifies the cosmos! Restore my Teacher's reputation!" A group of plainclothes policemen charged at me and twisted my arms behind my back and dragged me into a police car. I watched many other practitioners being taken into the car. Some of them shouted, "Falun Dafa is good!" The police in the car immediately started to beat us. Some police slapped us, and some aimlessly beat us with police batons. An evil policeman beat my hands with a baton three times, which caused my hands to immediately swell up. He also punched me on the temples. They closed the curtains in the car while beating us.

They took us to the Qianmen Police Station, where I saw many practitioners locked in iron cages. There, I suffered all kinds of abuse that caused me severe physical and mental damage. When they asked my name, I said, "I did not commit any crime. You illegally arrested me and violated the law. I will not tell you." "Whack, whack" they immediately slapped me. I still refused to tell them my name. An evil police officer stuck an orange peel into my eyes, spoke to me using dirty language, and kicked me with his boots. I was kicked to the ground. Two other police officers beat me with rubber batons. One of them said, "Beat the inner part of her legs to see whether she is afraid of pain." At this time, I had only one thought in my mind, "I will not tell you my name even if you beat me to death."

They continued to beat me. One police officer said, "My hands become itchy watching you beat her. I will also beat her." He jumped at me like a beast and kicked me hard on my ribs and then hit my ribs with a baton. I passed out from the pain. Then, I was sent to the Miyun Detention Center where many practitioners who did not tell their names were also locked up. They had been beaten so severely that some of their heads were deformed and they had numerous injuries all over their bodies.

In the beginning of March, seeing that we did not relent, they tied our hands behind our backs with handcuffs and prevented us from sleeping by asking the criminals to take turns watching us during the night. Many practitioners' hands were so swollen that people found them unbearable to look at. When the police saw that my hands were not too swollen, they cuffed me with very tight handcuffs. Within a few seconds, the skin on my wrists was cut, the iron cuffs dug deeply into my flesh, and my hands lost all feeling.

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