"The Political and Judiciary Committee Gave Us an Allotment of Two Deaths, So We Will Not Be Held Responsible If She Dies in Force-feeding."

Around 4 or 5 a.m. on December 27, 2001, eight or nine wicked people from the local community office and the police station broke into my home and kidnapped me to the police station. Shortly after I arrived, the perpetrators hired a bunch of thugs. They forced me into a police car and drove me to a forced labour camp. On our way there, one of them said to me, "Why do you practice Falun Gong? No one gives you any money for it. The party pays each of us 200 Yuan [Chinese currency, the average monthly income of urban area is about 500 Yuan] every month!" I replied firmly, "If you do this, you will have a disastrous afterlife." The person became silent and then turned around and said to the other perpetrators, "So we are escorting them, or they are escorting us?"

After we reached Wujiabao, I thought that I could not allow the evil to persecute me anymore. When the guards ordered me to stand, I sat. When the guards ordered me to sit, I lied down. I then started a hunger strike to protest against the illegal detention. The perpetrators put me into a cell with no heat. There was thick ice on the window, and there was only a very thin board for one to sleep on.
At this time, a female guard came in. She told me that I looked familiar to her. I said that maybe we had a predestined relationship. She then said, "I know all you practitioners are good people, but I am helpless in the situation. The Political and Judiciary Committee ordered us to arrest many people, and all of them were sent here. We have no choice but to follow orders and perform our duties." Upon finishing, she picked up the clothes I just washed and hung them outside to dry. The next morning, she returned the dried clothes to me. I was happy because the guard still had a conscience left.

A few days later, a male guard named Guan Zhenghe came in and ordered me to pack up and go to the "strict management class." I thought that a Falun Dafa practitioner should not listen to the orders of the evil, so I did not move. The guard then called some people in to pack up my stuff. Guan carried my luggage and led the way, while I followed him with my washing basin in my hands. When we passed the courtyard, I wanted to show the inmates the dignity of Falun Dafa practitioners. Guan suddenly felt uneasy and said to me, "So who is the guard here?"

In the "strict management class", there was no sunlight in the room, and it was very cold and humid. There were only two people in the class: another Falun Dafa practitioner and me. She told me that there was a surveillance monitor in the room. For the determined practitioners, the guards usually took them to a secret room, where they beat them up and torture them with electric batons. Fearing that people would see or hear their atrocities, the guards would plug the practitioners' mouths before the torture. The practitioners had been on hunger strike for over 40 days to protest against the brutal persecution, and the guards started to savagely force-feed the practitioners. The tubes for force-feeding were left inside the practitioners' body, so the stomachs and noses of many practitioners were injured. One could see blood everywhere.

I further solidified my righteous thoughts and was determined to walk out of the labour camp with dignity. On the fifth day of my hunger strike, I felt hungry, but I immediately eliminated the thought. When the righteous thought appeared, I felt a pleasant warmth spin its way from my head to my stomach and inflate it. The feeling of hunger disappeared completely. From then on, the miraculous feeling happened to me twice a day, in the morning and the evening.

On the same day, a guard came in and asked me, "How did you come in?" I told him with benevolence that I was kidnapped and brought there, and my children were left home by themselves. I also said that I have followed Teacher Li's words, trying to be a better person, yet Jiang's regime fabricated lies and slandered us. The guard still had some conscience left. He wiped his tears off and said, "They are a bunch of hooligans! ..."

On the seventh day of my hunger strike, Guan Zhenghe took me to a secret room. They tried to force me to give in, but I refused. The guards then twisted my arms behind my back and knocked me on the floor. Guan stepped on my back, and another guard Hou Yong stepped on my legs. Other guards then wildly kicked me in all parts of my body, especially the joints. My lips began bleeding. The guards asked me if I would give in, and I said, "No." Two female guards Wang Nannan and Zhou Yilin brought some electric batons. Guan and Hou shocked me relentlessly with the electric batons. The shocks even made some holes in my trousers. They pulled apart my collar and shocked me on the neck, saying that the skin there is tender. I told them, "I will not cooperate with you!" Having exhausted their evil means, the guards walked away deflated. After a while, they returned with artificial smiles and wiped off the blood on my lips. Fearing that other people would see the blood on my body, they asked the two female guards to take me to wash the blood off.

On the eighth day of my hunger strike, a group of people suddenly broke into my cell. They were Guan Zhenghe, Hou Yong, the two female guards mentioned above, and some inmates. Without a word, they forced me to the medical room. They tied me up there, and the inmates held me. I told the inmate nearest to me, "I am innocent, you cannot persecute me together with the guards when you don't even know what you are doing! You will receive retribution for doing this!" He did not care at all and said, "I don't care where I am going, as long as my term could be reduced." The perpetrators did not succeed in prying open my teeth even with all of their strength. The electric batons did not help them either, so they started to use a nasal feeding tube on me. Because they did it too fast, I choked, and the food got on Guan's clothes. The inmates could not bear it and vomited. They got so sick that no one wanted to help the guards anymore. Guan shocked me with his electric baton several times and left, saying, "Let's wait and see, I will torture you to death!"

Another time, the two female guards forced me to the medical room, and Guan Zhenghe and Hou Yong savagely force-fed me. I pulled the tube out. Guan and Hou said ferociously, "Use the white (thicker) tube!" The doctor said, "It will kill her!" They then pulled me back to the "strict management class."

The third time, male guard Wu Wei led some inmates and tried to force-feed me. Wu said, "Feed her with force!" He tried to pry my teeth open with a spoon. When he failed, he got mad and wanted to use the nasal feed tube. Fearing that I would die, the doctor refused. Wu said, "Don't be afraid, the Political and Judiciary Committee gave us an allotment of two deaths, so we will not be held responsible if she dies in force-feeding. I simply don't believe that I cannot fix her." After these words, he picked up the spoon and tried again to pry open my teeth. However, even with my gums bleeding, he still could not pry open my teeth. Wu was furious and wanted to use the electric baton on me. The doctor said, "No one knows why she was arrested here in the first place. When we resolve this, she will eat again without force-feeding. Who wants to suffer like this?" Many people around spoke against the force-feeding, yet Wu Wei insisted. He poked my ribs to try to pry open my mouth. Failing yet again, Wu forced the tube into my nose. When he was force-feeding with the eighth tube, the doctor said, "You cannot continue anymore." Wu rolled up my clothes and patted my belly, saying, "It's OK, she won't die even after two more tubes. She will survive for a while..."

Seeing that I would die soon, they transferred me to my home in order to shirk responsibility. They wanted me to die there instead of in their custody. My body was covered with scars, and I was barely alive.

Phone number of the "strict management class" in Wujiabaozi Forced Labour Camp: 86-413-4658164

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