The Tortures I Suffered at Jiuzhan Police Station in Jilin City

I was arrested and brutally tortured by Deputy Chief Li of the Jiuzhan Police Station in the Economic Development District of Jilin City, Jilin Province, along with policeman Yang Mingyu. The article below is to expose the crimes they committed against me.

At approximately 9:30 a.m. on June 3rd 2005, policeman Yang Mingyu and a woman came to my apartment in the Jiuzhan district of Jilin City with the intent of taking me to the Jiuzhan Police Station. While I was answering his questions, Yang suddenly slapped my face. At that moment I was lost. After a while, I realised what he was doing and asked him, "Why do you, a policeman, hit people at will? What's your name? What is your badge number? I will sue you (note: Yang's badge number is 204446)." Yang searched for the key to my apartment and demanded that I give it to him. I refused. Next, they ransacked my room and confiscated all the Falun Dafa books I had there. Five or six policemen came in at this point and began to beat me. They kicked and hit me, and then punched my face while grabbing my hair (even now, my face still has the dark marks of wounds left from that beating). Some of the police officers twisted my fingers in order to grab the key I held in my hand. After they finished ransacking my room, the police carried in an iron bench, also known as a "tiger bench" (1), and forced me to sit on it. Two policemen forcefully tied my hands behind my back, with one hand over the shoulder and the other hand against the lower back. Then they applied a great deal of force to pull the two hands toward one another and then handcuffed them together. The handcuffs cut into my flesh.

I sat on the cold tiger bench in that agonising position until 3:00 p.m., when the police station's Deputy Chief Li came. Li asked me if I knew any practitioners in Jiuzhan as he kept punching my face with his fist, cursing me, and kicking my feet and legs that were tied to the bench. I was cold and shaking. My limbs were painfully twisted, and I was unable to either catch my breath or talk. Li, seeing my situation, yelled, "Don't pretend in front of me. I have handled more than thirty practitioners. Situations such as yours are very common to me. You need a hell of a good fix. After a good and thorough beating, then you will be able to catch your breath." At that moment, I tried my best to control myself and made a few words come out of my mouth, "You'd better stop. You are so vicious to an elderly woman like me. I did not do anything wrong. I just read my teacher's books at home, is that a crime? Our practitioners are all good people, aren't you afraid of the retribution you'll get for persecuting good people? Good will be rewarded with happiness while evil receives retributions, that is heaven's law!"

Li said, "I am not afraid of any retribution. I have handled more than thirty practitioners, so what? I have received no retribution so far. I am still in the position of the deputy chief. In fact, my name is already on the 'list of evildoers.' I get paid by the Communist Party, so I work for the Communist Party." I tried to persuade him not to work for the perpetrators to persecute good people, but Li refused to listen and instead he beat me. Sometime after 5:00 p.m. Li stopped beating me and said, "Tonight I am on duty. When I come back, see how 'good' I will treat you. One year from tomorrow will be the anniversary of your death." After throwing these words at me, he left. I was locked on the tiger bench with both hands cuffed behind me from 11:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m.

At around 9:20 p.m. Li and Yang returned. Li interrogated me once more. Yang Mingyu, standing beside him said, "If you tell us what you know, you will be released and return home immediately. Otherwise, tonight you will die. I'm telling you that higher authorities sent orders saying any deaths of Falun Gong practitioners caused by beating while in custody will be counted as suicides. No policemen will be investigated or considered to have any legal responsibility. You elderly women have heart diseases, don't you? If we killed you, we could report your death as the result of a heart attack, and nobody will ever care or even investigate it." (On November 6th 2000, I was sentenced to two years of forced labour because I was a Falun Gong practitioner. After six months in the forced labour camp, I had severe nerve damage causing heart disease, and was released on bail for medical treatment.) I did not pay attention to his threats, but instead kept myself focused on telling them the facts about Falun Gong and the persecution.

My heart and mind were only thinking of Falun Dafa, Teacher and my fellow practitioners. I must protect my fellow practitioners' safety and the safety of the materials production sites. As I had these thoughts, I felt very strong and peaceful.

It was nearly 10:00 p.m. by this time and another round of torture began. Policemen Li and Yang used many types of torture instruments on me. They released me from the tiger bench and tied me to a wooden chair. After this, they attempted to hang me from a pipe attached to the ceiling. Li and Yang each grabbed one of my arms and tried to pull them up from behind. I resisted, and called from my heart for Teacher's help. Suddenly, the handcuffs were open. The two policemen, shocked, backed away from me. Later, they again cuffed my hands behind my back. Yang inserted a long wooden stick in the handcuffs and turned it one way and then the other. Every time the wood stick was turned, the handcuffs got tighter and they cut into my flesh, causing me great pain. Before using this torture on me, Yang had tied a layer of wet cloth around my wrists so I would not be left with too many severe wound marks. Next, they put ropes around my neck, trying to suffocate me. The rope they used, which is very common in any hospital, had five to six strings of special cloth. They tied me up all over the body, from head to feet. Each of them stepped on my thighs with their feet, Yang pinched and grabbed my flesh, Li used a rubber club (also known as "wolf teeth") to keep hitting me on my stomach while at the same time pulling my hair. The pain was indescribable. It was beyond human words. I felt I had reached my limit with the torture, and cried out loudly, "Teacher, help me." Suddenly, I fell down from the wood chair I was tied to. I fell to the ground and fainted. Subconsciously, I heard Li say to Yang, "Maybe she's dead?" Yang answered, "She's OK, she's not going to die." Li and Yang carried me back to the chair, re-tied the ropes and cuffed my hands. Yang kept the water he used for washing his feet in a basin and added pepper water to it. This was what they would now use to force-feed me. With one hand, Li held my nose to force me to open my mouth, and with the other he grabbed me by the hair. Yang was supposed to do the force-feeding, but he hesitated. Li shouted to him, "Come on, do it!" They tried three or four times, but I would not open my mouth. Yang force-fed me only a little bit, and then stopped. I spit out the water and some of it hit Li's face. Li, now in a rage, said to Yang, "Yang, I'll force-feed her instead. You fed her too little. Go and get some human waste 'soup' from the toilets, and I'll feed it to her." Li was tired, and breathed heavily. I felt no physical pain, but instead felt fine and very clearheaded. Li yelled at me, "You are pretending to be dead, so you must want to die. That's easy. I can remove your handcuffs and throw you into the Songhua River. We will say that you committed suicide." I started to show symptoms of the heart disease I got in the forced labour camp. They grew more and more severe, until eventually I was at death's door.

I was tortured until midnight. Li was extremely tired, and said, "This elderly woman is very strong to take all of this torture. No wonder she is a Falun Gong practitioner. Yang, you keep interrogating her. I have to take a rest." Yang dragged me from the tiger bench and pushed me into the duty room. No matter how many times Yang interrogated me, I kept saying the same thing. Yang said, "If you want to protect other practitioners, the cost to you will be a sentence of at least three years of forced labour, along with all the things a prison term brings." I said to Yang with a kind smile, "Your threats don't matter to me. I am a practitioner, and I have Falun Dafa to look after me. I was tied to that tiger bench with both hands cuffed behind me until 2:00 p.m. on June 4th when I was transferred to the No. 3 Detention Centre. The staff of the detention centre saw that I was having difficulty breathing, so they refused to accept me. Yang and another policeman said to them, "She has no illnesses, we already checked her." The staff took them at their word and eventually accepted me into the detention centre.

The maltreatment in the detention centre caused my disease to re-occur. I wrote a letter to the authorities saying that I wanted to sue for the mistreatment I had received. The letter was forwarded to the Procuratorate Court by the detention centre. During my detention, I did not view myself as an inmate like others did, and did not treat the place as one that was able to detain me.

At 8:00 a.m. on June 24th the head of Jiuzhan Police Station and another policeman escorted me and practitioner Ms. Cui Xianghong to a forced labour camp in Changchun City. On the way to our destination, I kept sending forth righteous thoughts and asked for Teacher's help. I wanted the forced labour camp to refuse to accept me. I refused to cooperate with the police's persecution. When they asked me to move from one vehicle to another, I did not budge. The police then had to carry me to the next vehicle. In the labour camp, when the staff did the physical exam, when I was unable to walk the police (including police from the forced labour camp) carried me. Eventually, the forced labour camp refused to accept me. The doctor at the labour camp told the police from the Jiuzhan Police Station that I had lung cancer, heart disease and other serious illnesses. When I heard them refuse to accept me, the symptoms of all these illnesses disappeared. In this battle of life and death, I safely broke away from that den of evil due to upright thoughts and Teacher's great compassion.

Phone numbers of the perpetrators:

Jiuzhan Police Station of Jilin City:
Address: Jiuzhan Street, Jilin City, Zip code: 132101
Phone: 86-432-3058487
Deputy Chief of Jiuzhan Police Station: Li (surname only);
Policeman: Yang Mingyu
Head of Jiuzhan Police Station: Wang Jian 86-432-3058487 (Home), 86-13944235699 (Mobile)

Note:

(1) "Tiger Bench": Prisoners are forced to sit on a small iron bench that is approximately 20 cm (6 inches) tall with their knees tied together. With their hands tied behind their backs or sometimes placed on their knees, they are forced to sit straight up and look straight ahead without movement for long periods of time.

Chinese version available at http://minghui.ca/mh/articles/2005/8/3/107616.html