(Minghui.org) The moment I signed my criminal complaint against former Chinese dictator Jiang Zemin, a scene flashed in my mind.
A wall dividing the human world and hell appeared. I was standing in the dim cell that I had stood in every night. I again looked at the world outside the window, imagining the traffic and the neon lights. How I wished to have a pair of wings to fly out and for just a brief moment experience the air freely.
This recollection was of a time in my life where I was forced to leave home to avoid further persecution. Each night, I stood next to the window in the shabby rental room alone. Looking into the dark night sky, I tried to focus on the joy of physical freedom. I wouldn't let my thoughts wander, because I would then likely succumb to the pain of not being able to see my family. The precious little freedom I had dammed the waves of sadness, rapid currents ready to hit me and consume me at any time.
Yes, I am one of the over 100,000 plaintiffs who have filed a criminal complaint against Jiang Zemin to China's highest courts. I am a Falun Gong practitioner whose life was turned upside down by the persecution Jiang launched in July 1999 when he was the leader of the Chinese Communist Party.
My painful experience has shown me the meaning of physical and spiritual freedom for a human being. It has helped me understand how the persecution is a crime against humanity. Jiang took control of the nation's resources and subjected practitioners to unjust imprisonment, torture, and brainwashing. The brutality includes killing Falun Gong prisoners of conscience for their organs.
Reading other Falun Gong practitioners' cases published on Minghui.org, I see that each and every document is laden with personal experiences just like mine.
Each complaint usually contains only a few thousand Chinese characters, but each character is soaked with pain: families torn apart, deaths of family members, children losing their parents' love and protection, elderly parents home alone yearning to see their sons and daughters again, souls tormented in brainwashing centers and enduring by the second...
As I signed my complaint, I felt unprecedented heaviness. I have written my name countless times in my life, but never have I felt this level of seriousness and significance. So many memories came to me as if they precipitated at the tip of my pen—with every stroke, I was writing my own history.
Sixteen years of suffering and the difficulties of resisting the persecution peacefully have been condensed in the characters. And that history will stay there. I know.
I'm signing my criminal complaint to hold Jiang accountable for his crimes. It's beyond sending him to any court. It's about taking a stance and being a part of the efforts to rectify the injustices carried out through these years.
I firmly believe that on the day of Jiang's trial, the extent of practitioners' suffering and the brutality of the persecution will be fully revealed. It will become clear that the efforts to peacefully resist and end the persecution are not merely a conflict between two groups, but a battle between the righteous and the evil. Practitioners, with their kindness and endurance, have called for people's consciences.
