(Minghui.org) A group of Falun Dafa practitioners and I were illegally arrested and our homes ransacked by the police on September 10, 2005. They found our information through a practitioner’s cell phone. The police confiscated my computer, three printers, and truth-clarification materials, and held us in the local detention center.

The detention center tried to brainwash us every day and force us to give up our belief in Dafa. We held righteous thoughts and did not cooperate with the guards. I was frequently interrogated, and asked where I got the materials. No matter what they said, I did not give them any information nor implicate any other practitioners.

Since I did not yield, they increased their tactics. I went on a hunger strike to protest the persecution, so they started to force-feed me on the ninth day of my hunger strike. The guards inserted a feeding tube into my mouth and down my throat. They realized that I was suffocating and pulled out the tube. Blood spurted out of my mouth and sprayed all over the place. If the tube had been left in any longer, I might have died. The torture on me was so cruel that even the inmate who was monitoring me cried, and begged me to eat something, “Otherwise, the police will torture you to death!”

The guards took me to a hospital the next day to be force-fed. I kept righteous thoughts and reminded myself that I was a Falun Gong (also called Falun Dafa) practitioner. I clarified the truth to the doctors, nurses, and guards there. They admired my bravery and compassion.

A kind nurse said, “If I put this device on you, the guards won’t allow me to remove it. I can’t image how much you will suffer. Shouldn’t you eat a little bit and have some strength?”

A young guard also helped. Whenever I tried to get up, he immediately came over to help and told me to take it easy.

The detainees in the detention center included prostitutes, thieves, and other criminals. I did not care who they were and always treated them with kindness. I gave them panties and socks when they didn’t have any, and covered them with my coat at night if they did not have a quilt. They all felt the kindness and warmth of a Dafa practitioner. Some of them sent money to my account in the detention center after they were released. There was over 300 yuan in there that I didn’t know who deposited for me.

After being tortured in the detention center for two months, I was given one year of forced labor and taken to the Jinan City Forced Labor Camp by officer Liu and a few others on November 10, 2005. I sent forth righteous thoughts on the way there and asked Master for help, “Master, I should not stay in the labor camp. I still have a lot of Fa-rectification work to do.”

I was given a physical exam in the labor camp, where the tests of my blood, urine, and blood pressure did not pass the acceptance criteria. The police told them to check again, but the same results were recorded. I knew that Master was protecting me. Officer Liu tried to pressure the doctor into accepting me, but the doctor insisted that they could not accept me if I did not pass the exam. Eventually, the police had to take me back.

They tried to extort 2,500 yuan from my daughter to release me, but she did not have that much cash, and instead paid the police 500 yuan.

I clarified the truth to the taxi driver on the way home and helped him quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its youth organizations. My daughter said, “Mother, you’re really bold. You’ve just been released and you still talk about it [Falun Dafa].”

I told her that I wouldn’t forget a practitioner’s responsibilities no matter where I was. I started to clarify the truth face to face every day, and could help a few dozen people quit the CCP every week.

I cannot lose the righteous thoughts and forget my responsibilities as a Dafa practitioner no matter how bad the environment may be. I will follow Master’s teachings, fulfill my prehistoric vows, help save more sentient beings, and advance diligently until consummation.