I Openly Walked Out of the Demon's Den

I was arrested on March 30, 2008 while distributing truth clarification materials near Xiangyi Street. With my righteous belief in Teacher and Dafa as well as fellow practitioners' support, I openly walked out of the demon's den on April 6.

On March 30, while on Xiangyi Street, I talked with three high school students about the goodness of Dafa and the "three withdrawals." One of them wanted to hear more from me, but was pulled away by the other two students. I had a feeling that they would report me to the local authorities. I should have left the area and walked in the opposite direction from that of the students. Instead I walked in the same direction as they had. On the way, I met an elderly person and talked with him about withdrawing from the communist party, but he didn't want to. Later on, two people approached me. They asked me what I had said to the students that made them scared and run away. I started to talk about the persecution of Falun Gong. While I was talking, I didn't notice that one of them had walked away. Just as I turned to look for him, a police car from the Xianglujiao Police Station pulled up next to me. Both me and the person I was talking with were put into the police car and driven to the police station.

At the police station, I told people that Falun Dafa is good and that persecuting Falun Gong is committing a crime. Other than that, I refused to answer any of their questions. They tried to take my picture, but with my righteous thoughts, the camera didn't work. The police officers were puzzled. Then they handcuffed my hands behind my back, took my work ID and the keys to my house. The police went to my home, ransacked the place, and confiscated all of the Dafa books I had.

Later, the police officers transferred me to Jinjia Street Drug Rehabilitation Center. The guard there tried to force me to wear a prison vest and to do physical labor, but I firmly refused his demands. At around 9 a.m. on the second day, my younger sister came to see me. The guard refused to let her see me and said that it was because I refused to wear the vest. Later my husband came to visit me. While I was walking down the stairs, I saw that my husband was holding the vest. The guards had coerced my husband into trying to persuade me to wear the vest, but I refused.

On the third day, I said to Teacher in my heart that I realized that the loopholes in my cultivation were being taken advantage of by the evil. I asked Teacher to please give me a hint as to how I could leave this place. Right then, a message came into my mind: "Say "Falun Dafa is good", only by doing this can you leave here, no other way will do." At the same time, I realized that I should go on a hunger strike to protest the persecution I was experiencing.

Sometimes it is easy to understand what I should do, but it is hard to carry out the action. Under that kind of evil environment, it demanded a lot effort for a practitioner to loudly cry out "Falun Dafa is good." But at least I did refuse to consume both food and water. I did not swallow a tiny drop of water even when I brushed my teeth. One day, the head of the rehab center warned me not to be extreme, and not to say "Falun Dafa is good," otherwise he would send me to the notorious Masanjia Forced Labor Camp.

On the last day of the three-day Qingming Festival, I became resolute in my mind. Holding on to the iron bars on the window, I shouted with all my strength, "Falun Dafa is good!" I kept shouting it louder and louder. I did this during the visitation time. Many people ran to the open area and looked in my direction. The police officers became very nervous. Several of them used force to drag me back to the cell. However, I continued to shout.

The next day after I shouted "Falun Dafa is good," the officers sent me home. Later, I learned that fellow practitioners had sent righteous thoughts for me after I was arrested. My younger sister and mother went to the rehab center every day to ask for my release. My mom is over 80 and unable to walk very far, so my younger sister carried our mother on her back to the rehab center every day.

Thank you Master, and thank you fellow practitioners.