(Minghui.org)
Not Cooperating with the Police and Clarifying the Truth to Them
In the winter of 2018 when I visited another city to tell people the truth about Falun Dafa, someone reported me and I was taken to a local police station.
I understood it was not an accident for something like that to happen to me. I am nearly 70 and had been practicing Falun Dafa since 1997, so I knew there must be attachments that I hadn’t eliminated and that were being taken advantage of by the old forces.
I knew, fundamentally, that Master would not acknowledge such an act of persecution, so I was determined not to acknowledge it, either. Master is in charge of me.
All my human notions will be rectified by the Fa. No one else has the right to control practitioners in the Fa-rectification period. Whoever does is committing a crime.
The police interrogated me and wanted to know who I was. I refused to cooperate. They yelled at me, but I was not afraid. My heart was not moved.
They found my information using advanced technology. They searched my home and took my laptop, a Dafa book, and some truth-clarifying materials.
Then they ordered me to sign the interrogation record, which I refused to do. I was detained in a room with two young policemen.
One of them said, “You are obliged to cooperate with the police, you know. You didn’t, which is not good.”
I responded, “According to the law, I would agree. However, Jiang Zemin and the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) have persecuted Falun Dafa practitioners for 20 years. There is no legal basis for doing that, because Falun Dafa teaches people to be good, to be responsible members of society. What crimes are they committing? According to our laws, we have the freedoms of belief, speech, and so on.
“Article 300 of the Criminal Law, 'Using a cult organization to undermine implementation of the law,' should not be used to charge practitioners since it is really unrelated. I am just an ordinary citizen—how could I undermine the implementation of the law?
“Furthermore, it's a good thing that I don’t cooperate with you. If someone is wrongly convicted, you will be held legally responsible sooner or later.”
The looked at me attentively when I said, “Seriously, Falun Dafa is the Buddha Law, and it is a great sin to disrespect it and to persecute those who practice it. Committing such a crime will incur endless karma that will also affect one's descendants. So I hope you consider this.”
I also talked about what the CCP is really like and how, through its many political movements, it has persecuted so many people and destroyed people’s sense of right and wrong
I told them how the CCP and Jiang Zemin had tarnished and smeared Falun Dafa with their slander and the staged Tiananmen self-immolation, deceiving millions of people who now hated Falun Dafa and would be doomed.
That night four police officers handcuffed me and took me to a hospital to have a medical exam.
When they got the results, one officer looked at them and said to the other three, “Look at this. Everything is normal, even his heart. He is as healthy as someone in his 20s!”
They all looked at the results and stared at me in amazement and with a little disbelief. I told them I was in good health because I practiced Falun Dafa.
They were all stunned. Such concrete proof of Dafa’s extraordinary power changed their attitudes and they became more receptive.
On the way to the detention center, it was quiet in the police car, which gave me a good opportunity to tell them the facts about Falun Dafa.
I told them that, no matter what happened, I did not hate them personally or think badly of them. I said my refusal to cooperate had to do with the system and not them. Knowing I had Master, I was fearless.
I talked about why heaven will destroy the CCP, why people should withdraw from the CCP, and the relationship between heaven’s doing and personal choice.
A Dafa practitioner has an energy field, and these police officers seemed to be under its influence.
At last, I said, “Maybe you are all Party members. For your own sake, the sake of your families, your future, and before heaven, do you wish to withdraw from the CCP?”
Then they all agreed.
Righteous Thoughts and Righteous Actions in the Detention Center
I continued to refuse to cooperate in any way in the detention center. The next day, all newcomers were called out to have their photos taken.
When it was my turn, I refused to comply, and the guard asked me why. I told him that only criminals have mugshots, that I practiced Falun Dafa and hadn't committed any crimes. Two guards had to hold me so that my photo could be taken.
Then the computer crashed and wouldn't restart. The person in charge of taking photos commented, “This Falun Dafa is really powerful. It crashed the computer!”
I casually said that it was a warning not to persecute Falun Dafa. It took a while for the computer to eventually restart, and they resumed, taking a photo of the person behind me.
In the following days, I calmed down and looked inward according to the Fa. In that evil environment, I truly realized the seriousness of solid cultivation.
I found a lot of attachments and human notions, such as showing off, the competitive mentality, jealousy, fame, personal interest, and lust, which I hadn’t noticed before. I was really shocked.
I was determined to rectify them one by one with solid cultivation. Maybe because of my solid foundation, my mind was detached from the complex and evil environment of the detention center.
Ordinary people are usually restless and say a day feels like a year in detention. I was quiet and calm, and a day felt like a moment.
I truly realized Master has given us the best. Therefore, in the detention center, I gave the impression that I was at peace and had no worries.
I made good use of the time there. Except for meals and a little sleep, I recited the Fa, sent forth righteous thoughts, and clarified the truth to help people withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations.
Although it was an evil place, complicated and chaotic, I was able to eliminate interference and do what I should do. It was Master’s protection and blessing that made it possible. My own so-called abilities were just on the surface—deep down was the power of Dafa.
As a practitioner, I held myself to high standards in all respects and tried to do well. Although I was the oldest person in the cell, I took the initiative to do the cleaning, especially the dirtiest places that others didn’t like to tackle.
I waited for everyone else to get their food before I took any. If someone said something bad to me for no reason, I never argued back, and I apologized if I inconvenienced anyone.
Practitioners cultivate their inner selves, while ordinary people look at things on the surface. When we do well, they will see the truth of Dafa.
Eventually, everyone in the cell accepted me and was willing to talk to me. From time to time, they would ask me to tell them about Dafa.
I answered their questions and told them how wonderful Dafa is, how Dafa helps people regain their health and keep fit, how Dafa has spread worldwide, and the reasons people misunderstand Dafa.
It is the CCP and Jiang Zemin that framed Falun Dafa and deceived people. Those who accept the CCP’s lies and hate Falun Dafa face tragic consequences.
They wanted to see how I did the mediation, which I often showed them. Everything came easily after that.
Although every corner of the detention center was under surveillance, it didn’t affect me much.
I started to help people withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. People came and went in the cell.
Nine people in the cell agreed to withdraw from the CCP during that period of time, and everyone, including those who didn’t, had a good impression of Dafa.
The Guard Helped Me Clarify the Truth
Every day the inmates had 15 minutes of exercise time in the courtyard. Once, there were more than 30 inmates in the courtyard and I was the oldest.
A guard pointed to me and said, “This old man is a Falun Dafa practitioner. He does the exercises every day at home and is in excellent shape. Of course, he obeys the rules and does not do them here…”
A young man chimed in, “He looks like a qigong master and has a kind of aura.” After that, every inmate in the detention center knew I was a Falun Dafa practitioner.
Since everyone then knew I was a practitioner, it was very easy to clarify the truth in the courtyard. I would just bring up the topic after a simple greeting.
Some indicated the surveillance cameras and guards, but I said they weren't a problem. That prompted some to give me a “thumbs up.”
Master is always with us, and Dafa has mighty power to control all. Saying it’s okay, I know it will be okay.
There was a routine in the detention center before a detainee was released. The day before, he would be told to sign a form in the courtyard during the 15-minute exercise time.
The form listed the reason for the person's detention and his behavior while he was detained. I would face the same situation when I was going to be released.
The paper would have some bad words about Dafa, and if I signed it, I would betray Dafa. I asked myself, “Should I sign it or not?”
I struggled for two days and the righteous thoughts finally won over my human notions. I would never cooperate with the authorities.
In the blink of an eye, the day came. It was another battle between righteousness and evil.
There were three of us that day who were required to sign the paper. I was the only one who refused.
The guard in charge told me I wouldn’t be released the next day if I didn’t sign it. With righteous thoughts in mind, I firmly said, “I don’t care whether you release me or not. I will never do anything to betray Dafa and Master Li.”
The guard yelled at me, “You don't care about getting out of here? What do you care about then? Are you brain dead? Okay, if you don’t sign it, no one will go back inside.”
I didn’t respond and started to send strong righteous thoughts, while the guard just stood there with a helpless expression on his face. The stalemate lasted for about 15 minutes. Finally, he simply told us all to go back to our cells.
At 8 a.m. the next day, my name was called for release. I collected my things, shook hands, and said goodbye to everyone.
