(Clearwisdom.net) Since the Chinese Communist Party started persecuting Falun Gong on July 20, 1999, I don't even remember how many times I have been arrested. Here, I would like to share two experiences of how I broke out of the den of evil with righteous thoughts and to expose the evil.
Exposing the lies and going home with righteous thoughts
One day after dinner I was drinking tea when five or six police officers suddenly broke in. Before I could finish asking them what they wanted, they were already carrying me out. When I didn't cooperate with them, they threw me to the ground and dragged me out to the back of the house. Two neighbors saw this and asked the police what they were doing. By that point, my pants had been pulled off, and I was only in my underwear. My neighbor wanted to help me put on my pants, but they ignored him and dragged me all the way to the road. I was bleeding everywhere, especially my heels, which had severe abrasions. I was the carried into the car and taken to the county police department. They detained me for one day and night and then took to the county detention center.
After a few days, I was interrogated. A policeman in his 30s said to me, "How brave you are! You dare to go against the police! You jumped off the building. What were you trying to do?" I said, "Who said I jumped off a building? Have that person come here, and I will talk to him and get to the bottom of this. It was you guys who dragged me on the ground and injured my feet, and you personally stomped on my head. I was covered with blood You caused all of this. You didn't treat me as a human being, and now you are afraid that my condition can't be explained. Now you are saying that I jumped from a building." I continued, "There is nothing wrong with my practicing Falun Gong. I practice Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. My moral standard was elevated, and I am healthy now. What crime have I been convicted of?" The officer replied, "Big Sister, you must remain calm." I said, "You must be responsible to the public. You can't fabricate these things and harm people like this. This will not be good for you, either. Speaking from another other angle, Falun Gong practice and being a good person according to Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance means that people's moral standards are elevated. How wonderful it is for you and for society. As for me, you brazenly made up lies just now. From what just happened, what is the truth behind those things said on television and in the newspapers? Can't you see through the evil nature of the Communist Party? It has slandered and made up lies to persecute Falun Gong, treading on human rights and on the dignity of mankind!" The police officer had nothing more to say. After a month, they sent me home.
Escaping and going home with righteous thoughts
In May 2007, the police came to my home and ransacked it. They confiscated over 3,000 yuan. I realized that this was a form of persecution by the old forces. I thought to myself, "I am a Dafa disciple. I earned that money through hard work and dedication. I should not let them take it away like this; this is one means they use to persecute us--I should not be afraid of them--I must ask them to return it."
I went to the county police department and the corresponding government department, and found the people involved. They said they didn't have the authority to handle the matter and directed me to the 610 Office. On the second day, I went to the 610 Office and found Liu Qiqian, the person in charge. He said, "You are so stubborn and have so much to say." I said, "You have been in contact with so many people who practice Falun Gong, and you still can't tell that the practice is righteous? Doing good according to Dafa would be good for you, too." He seemed very impatient.
Because the problem was not resolved, I went to see Liu Qiqian again on the second day. He said that we would address it the next morning at the 610 Office. I didn't understand his intention at first, but later realized why he wanted me at the 610 Office. The next morning, I didn't go, so he had people arrest me. When I didn't cooperate, they pushed my head down on the floor and stomped on it, which was terribly painful. They said that everything would be fine if I went with them and talked about it. Four or five policemen grabbed me. I wanted to escape, but I couldn't because my mind was not very righteous at the time. This is how they got me to the Legal System Education Center (euphemism for "Brainwashing Center") of Guangdong Province.
Afterwards, I thought, "They are the ones who are against Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance and who are persecuting me. They are not worthy of controlling me, because I am a Falun Dafa practitioner." I knew that I had to be determined to safeguard Dafa well, strengthen my righteous thoughts, rectify everything that's not righteous, and steadfastly follow Master. I asked Master to strengthen me in my heart and disintegrate the evil beings and factors. At the same time, I started to hold a hunger strike and didn't cooperate with any of their demands.
A few days after I went on a hunger strike, they started to force-feed me. The combination of blood, unknown drugs, and egg soup filled nearly half of a small washbasin. There were almost ten guards involved in force-feeding me. Some seized my hands, while others seized my feet; some pressed my head down, and two sat on my thighs. The mixture they fed me was harsh, bitter, and smelled horrible. My throat felt locked up. They appeared intent on force-feeding and killing me. I struggled, and I wanted to get up and vomit. I was force-fed this way three times. However, I continued my hunger strike. They then tried a different tactic. This included having several people punch and kick me in the face and all over my body. At last, I could not tolerate it anymore and was ready to collapse. The guards then seemed very afraid and took turns keeping watch over me. I really could not stand or sit and was really dizzy. I tried my best to keep going and thought I would have to let Master arrange whether I would stay or go.
Eventually a few guards came to the room. One of them carried a gun and said he wanted to take me to the forced labor camp. It seemed that I might be killed at any moment. The guards ordered me to go with them, and I went. When we reached the door, they stopped and said, "Go back. You really are not afraid of death."
In fact, at that time, I felt I could not take it anymore, but I told myself, "I am a Dafa disciple, I should not die. I don't acknowledge the persecution by the old forces, I can't die!"
Later, the police again took me to and illegally detained me in a mental hospital. There they injected me with unknown drugs. My head became swollen and big. My whole body turned black, and I gradually lost my sight. I didn't know how much time had passed. One guard said, "We asked your family to take you home. We don't want you. We are professionals, but we couldn't change you." They saw that my life was in danger, and they were afraid of being held responsible. They also saw that, even though they had tried all kinds of methods, they could still not change me. Two days later, my family took me home.