We Will Live Tenaciously and Wait for the Day My Younger Brother Returns

My younger brother holds a Master's degree in medicine. He is 30 years old. He has always been a good student. He won several awards in different Olympic Maths and Physics Contests. He published articles in Hong Kong journals. His professor was very proud of him. Many other professors respected him as well. However, because he practises Falun Gong, they persecuted him. He lost his job and had to leave his home. He has yet to return.

My brother worked for a private medical office before he went missing. He lived in our old house in the suburbs. My mother often went there and cooked for him.

On Friday, November 26th, 2004, I visited my brother after work. He told me that someone had followed him when he explained the true situation of Falun Dafa. The follower lived right downstairs. Someone had also searched his room. I suddenly felt threatened. Someone also followed me when I went home. In those days, even when I sent my child to day care, I felt as though more than 10 people were watching me. I went to see my brother every day during those days.

In the afternoon on November 29th, I left my brother's place and waited for a bus in front of the house. A mean looking man in plain clothing stood right in front of me. Another man in regular clothes stood behind him. They were very close to me and were staring at me. I smiled and looked at them with dignity. I was very calm and had no fear. They exchanged eye contact every now and then. After half an hour, when the bus still did not come, I called a taxi. The two then followed me.

My mother went to the house in the afternoon on Thursday, December 1st. She left the next morning. It turned out that this was the last time we saw my brother. We were very nervous but stayed calm during those days. My brother and I had decided that every time I went to his place, if he was not at home, I would put down a white piece of paper. When he returned, he would pick it up and put it aside. The next time I visited and the paper was still there, it meant that he was gone. In those days, I did not want to think about what might end up happening. I only gave him 500 yuan¹, a local map, and an e-book. A neighbour told us that during those two days, they saw two men and a woman standing in front of our house and looking inside.

On Friday, December 3rd, I went to the house but my brother was not there. I put down the white paper. On Sunday when I went again, I found the white paper still untouched. I immediately called my mother to come.

My mother was shocked when she arrived. It was in the cold winter. My brother did not even wear a coat when he left. My mother went to search for him everywhere. She went to the medical office where my brother worked. The Public Security Bureau was already monitoring the office. Their car was parked just in front of the office. The owner of the medical office was afraid to talk to my mother. He only wrote something on a notepad and immediately went upstairs. My mother picked up the note, which stated: "Please don't come here again." She was very sad.

My mother told me that before she had left the house in the suburbs on her previous visit, the Street Community Head had brought over a 30-year-old man. He had claimed that the man was from the water supply company. He went to check each room, including the storage room, and asked many questions, such as, "How many people are in the family? Where is your son? Where is your daughter?" My mother did not realise it until later that he was a secret agent.

Before that, three people from the city's Public Security Bureau went twice to the medical office where my brother worked. The second time, people from the city's Health Bureau accompanied them, so they were let in. They stayed there for three hours and did something on the computers.

Based on my estimate, my brother had been followed for at least half a month by then. I bought a monitor early in November and moved my brother's old computer to my house. Because an LCD monitor is not supposed to be exposed to direct sunshine, I covered it with a big towel. One day, when I came home, I found that the towel had been lifted and folded in half from the bottom up. I never covered it like that. My husband said he did not touch it either. Therefore, it must have been somebody who came in and touched my computer when we were not at home. My brother was certain about it, too, because he found the files in the computer had been changed.

After my brother left, people from the city's Public Security Bureau went to my husband's workplace and asked my husband many questions about me and my family.

Since my brother has gone missing, my parents have experienced great sorrow. They have become thinner and older. Their hair has turned grey. Without my brother's treatment, my father's diabetes has worsened as has his memory. The doctor's diagnosis was atrophied cerebellum. He has to take a lot of medicine. He often cries and says to people, "My son is missing!"

My mother sometimes cries and sometimes loses consciousness. She no longer is able to sleep and has almost lost her mind. She said to me several times, "I can't handle this anymore. I can't support the family anymore." She suffers from high blood pressure, and angina, has had a stroke, and has lumbar vertebral disk protrusion. She then developed cholecystitis and kidney stones. Friends and family were all scared but could not help. My parents' medical expenses are over 1000 yuan per month. Our family's financial situation has become desperate all of a sudden. It is an attack on the entire family. I cannot sleep and have lost my appetite as well.

Every time I see my parents so lonely and hear my mother crying, "I miss your brother. Why did this happen to me?" my heart starts to break, too.

The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) has not committed just this one crime! My mother's life experience is a testimony to that. When she was only four years old, the CCP labelled my hard-working grandfather as a "tyrant landowner." He was beaten to death. My mother has suffered ever since. My grandmother starved to death because she was the "wife of a tyrant landowner" and she had no food allocated to her in 1961. They did not allow my mother to go to high school because of the family's so-called "tyrant landowner" background. During the Cultural Revolution, they searched everywhere for my mother and wanted to kill her. When my mother was 16, she had to hide in the homes of relatives. She did housework for others and did the most tiring work in the mountains of Yichun. She was finally able to return alive. Now that she is getting older, she has had to face this tragedy in her life. The crimes the CCP has committed are too many to count.

On February 13th, 2005, I received a short letter. It said that my brother was doing well. But it's been over a year now, and I have not heard anything else about him. In October 2005, I read an article. The author had the exact same name as my brother. However, I could not confirm that it was he. They have monitored my mobile phone since my brother left. Later I found out that the mobile phone I bought for my mother was monitored as well. We broke the phone in our house because we were disgusted with this kind of monitoring.

In April 2005, I helped my mother move into a house in the suburbs. Prior to the move, there were always people looking around my mother's house. They stared at me when I went there. Once, somebody knocked on the door. When my mother opened it, a 20-year-old young man said he was there to exchange the gas tanks. My mother said, "I don't need any gas tanks. You don't have to come here any more." But he didn't go to any other homes. The next day, he came to knock on the door again. My mother said, "I told you that you don't have to come. Why are you here again?" He couldn't give a good answer. I then realised that my mother was being monitored. I started worrying about the safety of my parents. They were scared as well.

After we hurriedly moved, there were people who wanted to rent the house, so we rented it out. However, within a month, it was broken into. They broke the door open when the tenant was not at home. They stole an MP3 player, a VCD, and around 2000 yuan in cash. We lived there for over 20 years without ever being broken into. Because of the time this happened, I have to believe that the Security Bureau did this by hiring some gangsters.

Recently my parents returned from Hulu Island in Liaoning Province where my uncle's family lives. It had been 20 years since they had seen each other. They returned in a hurry after only two weeks. My mother told me with fear that my uncle's family was being monitored, too! They even paid someone 500 yuan per month to watch us. My mother felt for the first time directly that she was being monitored. She said with grief and indignation, "Being watched like this is like being in jail. When is this going to end? I can't hold up this family anymore. I'm afraid I'll die before your brother returns." Because of this we also had to stop using mobile phones.

My mother and I just realised that all of our phone calls to our friends and family had been monitored! We are still being closely monitored even today. How much money have they invested in this!

Today when I heard about the news of harvesting organs from living Dafa practitioners in Sujiatun Concentration Camp, I was so worried. I don't know if I should tell this terrible news to my parents. They wouldn't be able to handle it. I'm really worried about my brother!

We are hoping to hear good news about my brother. We will live tenaciously and wait for the day my brother returns!

Note

1. "Yuan" is the Chinese currency; 500 yuan is equal to the average monthly income of an urban worker in China.

Chinese version available at http://minghui.ca/mh/articles/2006/4/25/126063.html