(Minghui.org) On June 4, 2012, four Falun Gong practitioners were distributing truth-clarification materials as usual. The only difference that day was that they brought truth clarifying banners to hang on either side of the road leading to the town government buildings. While they were concentrating on hanging the banners, a Party secretary and the mayor drove by in a car and stopped in front of the practitioners. The Party secretary called the local police station. Later, four or five police cars and government officials arrived. They asked for the practitioners’ places of residence and ordered them to get into a police car. The practitioners said, “We cannot tell you where we live because we did not break the law. We should not get in your car. If you want to say something, go ahead, we can talk here.”
Because it was harvest time, many farmers were passing by. The practitioners saw that this was a good chance to clarify the truth. Such a good opportunity is very precious, and many sentient beings are waiting to hear the truth. So they started to explain the facts about Falun Gong. Questions were asked, and the practitioners told them about the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) political movements, from the Cultural Revolution to the Tiananmen Square massacre. The discussed how the CCP has alienated one hundred million Falun Gong practitioners practicing Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, and how the CCP staged the Tiananmen Square self-immolation incident as an excuse to persecute Falun Gong. The practitioners also told them about the stone discovered in Guizhou Province which contains words foretelling the demise of the CCP. At a key point, they sang a song written by Dafa practitioners describing the strange events happening in China.
All the police officers, government officials, and other people listened for about two hours. Some of them said, “That's so great.” Others said, “They are old, but they can sing great.”
More people passing by stopped and gathered around. One of the government officials said that the large crowd would block traffic and that the practitioners should get in the car. One of the older practitioners said, “We won’t go anywhere. If we're blocking traffic, we can go to the side of the road to talk.” Some of the officials wanted to drag the practitioners into the car. One practitioner said, “Don’t push me. We are healthy because we cultivate Dafa. If you drag us and make our illnesses come back, will you bear the responsibility?” The officials had to call the village Party secretary to come to see if the practitioners were from his district.
The village head and two Party secretaries came over and said that the practitioners all were from their village. The town officials talked with them for a while. The village head told the officials and police officers, “You shouldn’t detain these old ladies. If you do that, there'll be trouble. More people might go to Beijing.” The officers, either afraid or in agreement, didn’t say anything. The secretary told the practitioners that they needed to get in the car and verify their identifications at the police station, after which they would be released. He guaranteed that they would be safe. The practitioners believed this would be another good chance to clarify the truth, since the town officials, police officers, and precinct head were all newly transferred, so they went to the police station together.
The practitioners arrived at the police station and were placed in four separate rooms. When asked where the banner came from, some said they made it by themselves, and others said, “No comment.” The practitioners then continued to clarify the truth. Everyone listened quietly except one officer, who insisted on locking-up the practitioners in the rooms. Other officers who knew the truth disagreed. When they asked the practitioners for their fingerprints, the practitioners refused to cooperate. One officer tried to force a practitioner’s hand onto the paper. The practitioner said, “You can’t do that. That is not a good thing for you to do.” The practitioners thought in their hearts that their fingerprints could not be taken. As a result, their fingerprints really could not be taken. One of the officers said that their hands were sweaty, but after he wiped their fingers he still failed to get any fingerprints. Another officer said, “Their [Dafa practitioners’] hands are not human hands. See, no matter how you force them, no fingerprints appear.” Another officer still refused to believe it, so he pulled one of the practitioner’s hands. But when the practitioner pulled back, the officer ended up putting down his own fingerprint. He said with a rueful smile, “What happened? You didn’t press your finger down, yet my print is on it. My back is so sore, I can’t stand up straight.”
One practitioner asked a friend to pass the message to other practitioners in her village. The local practitioners heard they may be in the police station. Some of them went to send forth righteous thoughts near the police station. Some went in to ask for their release while clarifying the truth to the officers. Others sent righteous thoughts in a group at home. The precinct head was in a meeting at the town government until three in the afternoon. One practitioner clarified the truth to a Party secretary and asked him to call the precinct head to release the practitioners quickly. The secretary told him the name of the precinct head and that he had just been transferred there three days before, so he hadn’t gotten to know him. The practitioner realized that the head’s name was related to weather and told the secretary, “Meeting this precinct head is not a coincidence. We’re going through a drought, right? It’s too dry for corn to grow. If you release our practitioners, there will be rain tomorrow.” The secretary replied with a smile, “The compassion is moving heaven and earth!” The practitioner agreed.
They waited until five in the afternoon. The precinct head came back and asked the secretary to “guarantee” the four practitioners. The four elderly practitioners thus returned home. Two days later, it rained nonstop. The long-parched young sprouts were covered with dew. The drought ended.
