“Mum Is a Good Person But They Sent Her to Jail” by a 13-year-old high school student in China

I am a 13-year-old high school student in China. My father left us when I was very little, and mum and I had only each other. Our lives had been very hard, and mum was my only family. Most unfortunately, she has been taken away from me. These were bad deeds committed by Jiang Zemin and his police.

My mum is a Falun Gong practitioner and a good person. I have also learned to be like my mum, following the guidance of "Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance" to be a good person. I had been practising for four years, and we lived a happy life. Since Jiang Zemin started persecuting Falun Gong in July 1999, mum went to Beijing to appeal for the right of people to practise Falun Gong. The police arrested her after she returned home and sent her to the detention centre. From this point on I started to have questions about the police. Before I thought police only arrested bad guys, yet I never thought they would arrest good people like mum.

During the Chinese New Year, 2001 (January 24, 2001) a squad of policemen forcefully took my mum away and sent her to the Jinan Labour Camp in Shandong Province. She was illegally sentenced to 3 years of hard labour. I could not describe the pain I went through when this happened. I had no choice but to live by myself. No one cared about me, and no one could pay my school's tuition. I lost all hope. What could I do?

Relatives who visited mum at the labour camp asked them, "Who was going to take care of the child at home?" People at the labour camp replied, "Let the local police figure out a way." The local police persuaded me to live with my relatives for the time being. But after all, other people's home is never like one's own home. I always thought about mum and felt sad all day long. Once, the police came to my relatives' home to conduct a search. My relatives never liked having me live with them, and now they loathed me even more. I was very distressed. I was later sent to the labour camp to live with mum for some time. Then I was sent back to live with the relatives again. I just lived this life day after day and never knew when it would end.

Kind hearted uncles and aunts of the world, could you help me? Could you help the tens of thousands of children who have lost their parents? We need them, and we need a warm home. My tears just flowed down my cheeks after remembering the song, "This is the calling from heart, this is the gift of love.... if only each of us could give a little love, the world would become beautiful for all of us."

Source:
http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2001/12/24/17087.html