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Inhuman Treatment of Practitioners in Division Seven of the Nanmusi Women's Forced Labor Camp, Sichuan Province

October 30, 2004 |  

(Clearwisdom.net) On April 9, 2004, I was illegally arrested and sent to the Nanmusi Women's Forced Labor Camp for the third time. Six other Dafa practitioners were arrested at the same time. The two male practitioners were sent to the Xinhua Forced Labor Camp in Mianyang City, Sichuan Province. On the way to the forced labor camps, we shouted, "Falun Dafa is good" and "Falun Dafa is righteous."

I was sent to Division Seven in the camp. The division head, Zhang Xiaofang, immediately started hurling insults at me.

Since I refused to follow orders and didn't pay any attention to the verbal abuse, the guards subjected me to all kinds of physical and mental torture. During the day, I was forced to sit on the cement floor by the bed. I had to hold up my arms so they could be handcuffed to the bed frame. I was forced to sit with my legs together and stretched straight out in front of me. I was not allowed to move my body the slightest bit. Six people took turns monitoring me around the clock. If I moved or bent my legs even a little bit, the monitors would kick my legs or simply stomp on them. When I tried to clarify the truth to the guards, they stuffed dirty socks into my mouth. The torturers sat on the bed while I sat on the ground so they could kick my head and face or slap my face whenever they felt like it.

I was tortured in many different ways. I was forced to squat down with my arms handcuffed to the bed frame. Burning incense was placed under me so that if I moved at all, I was burned by the incense. One day, the incense burned a hole in my pants.

I wasn't allowed to brush my teeth or wash my face, let alone take a shower. They would only allow me to use the restroom once a day, and sometimes I wasn't even given toilet paper to use. After a while, I began to stink. For this, the guards laughed at me and humiliated me. Since they didn't allow me to go to the restroom, I had to urinate and have bowel movements in my room. Excrement was left on the bed and ground. They would beat me severely and then make me take off my clothes to use them to wipe up the excrement. My clothes were then thrown in the trash bin. I was left wearing only a tank top and underpants as all my other clothing was eventually thrown away.

After being handcuffed all day long, I wasn't even allowed to rest at night. I was forced to lie on my back, and was not allowed to turn over or move at all. I had to stretch my arms straight out behind me so I could be handcuffed to the bed frame. Six people monitored me in turn; they would severely beat me if I moved my body even a little bit.

During that time, as well as sending forth righteous thoughts and reciting Falun Dafa books to myself, I would clarify the true nature of Falun Dafa to the people monitoring me. The guards deliberately found reasons to beat me and curse at me while I was handcuffed to the bed. My belief in Dafa never wavered. After 14 days, I was made to pluck the bristly hair from pig skins. They told me that I had to pluck 3000 Jin (about 3300 pounds) of pig skins. If I didn't finish my quota in time, my sentence would be extended. I worked until two or three o'clock in the morning and still had to get up at six o'clock. Even with just a few hours of sleep, I was still forced to stretch my arms straight out to be handcuffed to the bed frame. While I was working, I was still not allowed to use the restroom, brush my teeth, wash my face, or take a shower.

When I was plucking the hair from the pigskins, the guards found other opportunities to beat me. When I completed a pig skin, they wouldn't allow me to hand it in myself. They took the piece I had just finished outside and brought back a partially plucked piece and then yelled, "You didn't do a good job. You have to do it again." Thus, they created a reason to punish me. They purposely cut my hair so it looked like a dog had bitten off chunks of my hair. The guards put some loose bristles on my head and told me not to move. If any of the bristles fell I was severely beaten.

One day I realized that I should not let the guards abuse me anymore and that I needed to negate the persecution. One night, when it was time to go to bed, I told them, "I don't want to sleep tonight. I'd like to continue working. You have to stay up too so you can monitor me." After that, they restrained themselves a bit.

Nanmusi Forced Labor Camp used brutal torture methods on practitioners who refused to give in to the cruelty. From the Division head to police guards and prisoners who monitored practitioners, they all acted like hatchet men. Division head Zhang Xiaofang started beating prisoners at 6:00 a.m.. When she became fatigued, she would have her staff or other prisoners continue the beatings. During my four-month stay there, I endured frequent beatings, scoldings from prisoners, being hit, kicked, and slapped on the face by Zhang Xiaofang, Supervisor Wang, police officer Gao, officer Lan, and officer Li. Zhang Xiaofang is especially vicious. Many prisoners in Division Seven would tremble with fear just hearing Zhang's voice.

There is a small room in Division Seven. I never saw the door open, but often heard people crying out in misery, thugs yelling, and the sound of bodies being beaten coming from that room.

Since my hands were hung up in handcuffs for such long periods of time, I lost all sensation and the ability to move them. Eventually, I couldn't eat any more, so the police guards started to force-feed me with heavily salted water. They poured in too much salty water and had to send me to the emergency room for treatment. During this treatment, I still wasn't allowed to use the restroom. I had to urinate in bed and was beaten even while in the hospital. After four months of torture, I lost the ability to move. Seeing that no torture method could sway me, the police were afraid that I might be seen as a role model by the 'transformed' practitioners and influence their behavior. They reluctantly released me for medical treatment, and on September 9, 2004, I returned home.