(Clearwisdom.net) I obtained the Fa in February 1999. When I read Zhuan Falun, I felt as if I had found a real treasure. Two months after I began studying the Fa, the "April 25th Incident" took place [on April 25, 1999, over 10,000 Falun Gong practitioners in China made a peaceful appeal to the State Council, located near Zhongnanhai, the Chinese leadership's compound]. Through studying Teacher's articles "Big Exposure" and "Digging Out the Roots," I realized that I should safeguard the Fa, so I went to Beijing to safeguard the Fa. In June, People's Daily began to attack Dafa in an insinuating way, so I went to the newspaper office to explain to them the truth. After July 20, 1999, because I didn't understand the Fa from the standpoint of the Fa, I had been doing so-called solid cultivation at home. I felt that such a state was not right, but I didn't know how to do well. Not until October 2000 did I get the chance to read fellow practitioners' understandings published on Minghui Net (Clearwisdom.net), which enlightened me. Fearlessly, so many practitioners used their life and blood to write an epic of rectifying and safeguarding the Fa. I further understood from the Fa how to validate and safeguard Dafa in this rare period of time.
Thus, we held a Fa Conference, and we realized that we should go to Tiananmen Square to validate Dafa, because the evil forces' headquarters are in Beijing. Therefore, more than thirty of us went to Beijing. In Beijing, we studied the Fa and did the exercises together everyday and went out in groups to post truth-clarifying materials. We joined in the current of Fa-rectification in Beijing. We had been making truth-clarifying materials on our own. When we used up the ones we brought with us, I went back home and got some more. Later we got in touch with local practitioners and they provided the materials for us, so we continued to distribute the materials. Recalling those days, oftentimes, the streets in which we lived would be covered with Fa- rectification banners overnight, which terrified the evil forces that persecute Dafa.
On December 7, 2000, police discovered me when I was posting truth-clarifying materials at a bus station. Because I did not cooperate with them, two policemen just couldn't force me into their car. After I struggled free, I found many surrounding people watching. At once, I realized this was a great opportunity to clarify the truth, so I said to the crowd, "Don't be deceived by the news media, those are all fake. All of us [practitioners] are striving to be good people." I told them I got rid of my bad habits after learning Falun Gong and my family became harmonious. I also told them that their single thought regarding Dafa would determine their future. I added that if they change their wrong understanding of Dafa, someday they would thank a woman from the northeast who promoted and clarified the truth to them while taking the risk of being beaten, arrested, sent to a labor camp, and even killed! After about ten minutes like this, even the police were also listening expressionlessly. At that time, the number of people around reached over 200, and a big police car pulled over, from which four to five policemen came out and forcibly pulled me into their car. When they were pushing me, I shouted with all my strength, "Falun Dafa is being terribly wronged!" When I sat in the car, I saw that no one in the crowd had moved. I believe my promotion of Dafa and truth-clarification had deeply moved their kind hearts.
When we arrived at the police station, I continued to clarify the truth and promote the Fa to the police. Several policemen were moved by my noble deeds of truly thinking for all beings and sacrificing my family for the bigger family (the nation). None of them touched me and all of them were respectful to me. Two days later, after refusing to tell my name, I was sent to Chaoyang District Detention Center. Because I refused to tell my name, they gave me a number. There are ten cells on one floor, and each cell held over twenty practitioners. I was sent into cell No. 10. After I got in the cell, I took a noon nap. After I woke up, I began doing Falun Gong exercises. At this time, two common criminals dragged me outside and beat and kicked me. I continued to do the exercises after I returned to my cell.
It was 6pm and I incessantly promoted the Fa. Seven common criminals beat me at the same time. I shouted loudly, "Dafa practitioners all step forward and eliminate the evil." The guard heard me and hastily opened my cell door. He asked me out and ordered me to say "report." I didn't comply and then was handcuffed. At this time, a group of common criminals surrounded me and severely beat me. In the end, they tied me on a wooden bed with my four limbs spread out. My arms were tightly tied to wooden sticks with mouth-sealing tape and my feet were tied to the bed with ropes for that night and half of the following day. Failing to see any effect on me, they began another round of physical abuse, and I conquered their evil behavior with great endurance. In the evening, when I returned to my cell, I did the [Falun Gong] exercises with another practitioner. The following morning, I refused to respond during roll call, and was cursed and beaten. At midnight on the third day, a newly arrived practitioner received standing punishment for refusing to drink water, and I stepped forward to stop it.
On the morning of December 23, all 24 of us practitioners shouted loudly in unison, "Falun Dafa is good," "Falun Dafa is a righteous Fa." Our voices reached every corner of the floor, so the evil guards decided to punish me again for being the organizer. In addition to tying me on a wooden plank like before, they tied my arms to the bed with mouth-sealing tape so tightly that my blood couldn't circulate and my skin turned dark purple. My arms felt numb and swollen. The rope that was used to tie my feet was extremely tight, and every move my feet made caused the rope to cut deeper into my flesh. However, I determinedly refused to compromise. I shouted loudly, "Falun Dafa is good," "Falun Dafa is the righteous Fa." This voice terrified the thugs; they hurriedly put socks into my mouth and sealed it with tape. I strenuously pushed out the socks with my tongue and shouted again. They sealed again and I pushed again; 48 hours passed this way. I happened to be on my period, so blood and urine mixed together and reddened my pants. It is very cold in the north of China in December, and the plank was very cold, but I did not care at all. Teacher said, "If you are not afraid, the factor that would make you afraid will become non-existent" ("Eliminate Your Last Attachment(s)").
The vicious thugs became exasperated and furious. They sealed my whole face with tape so I could only breathe through my nostrils. My face was twisted by the tape, and that feeling was indeed horrible. Teacher's words echoed in my ears, "When it's difficult to endure, you can endure it. When it's impossible to do, you can do it" (Zhuan Falun). After one hour of struggling, I scratched off the tape for the second time and shouted. This time the thugs compromised and asked me what I wanted. Therefore, I proposed a series of requests: 1. Restore Dafa's reputation; 2. Give back practitioners a legal environment for cultivation; 3. Stop the persecution and slander of my Teacher; 4. Strictly punish the head of the evil forces, Jiang Zemin, and his accomplices.
As a result, they loosened the ropes. The police wondered why I was so adamant. I used my will to validate Dafa for seven days and nights and our environment at the detention center was improved. We were allowed to do the exercises and study and recite Teacher's articles. Fellow practitioners in the detention center said, "You are so great. Because of your resistance, our environment here has been much improved." However, some people also said that what I did reflected that I had too much of an attachment to fighting. When I was physically abused, some fellow practitioners stood up and showed their support for me, but some others tried to stop them, saying "It's caused by her own karma," and told those who supported me not to mind other people's business. Hearing this made the police very happy because what the other practitioners said indeed suppressed our cohesion and disrupted our unity. Because I refused to cooperate on everything, I was unconditionally released after one month of illegal detention.
On January 30, 2001, I was kidnapped and sent to Wujiabaozi Labor Camp. There, I really shed tears, seeing how some people betrayed Dafa and some compromised with evil under the pressure. At that time, I had only one thought in my mind, "firmly cultivate Dafa and closely follow Teacher." Their evil understandings did not have any effect on me at all. Everyday, I clarified the truth from the standpoint of the Fa and seriously denounced the evil understanding and the lies of the traitors [people who had once practiced Falun Gong, but who have been "reformed" and don't practice anymore. Instead, they try to force other practitioners to give up their belief]. On the fourth day, traitor Yang began beating me, so I reported to the guard and asked him to intervene.
I got up at midnight and began doing the exercises. I was brutally beaten--my left eye socket was beaten black and blue, and my mouth bled. Soon after, I was hung on the bunk bed by my hands and also made to do forced standing as a punishment. I never cooperated with the evil, and I sat when they ordered me to stand. Right after a policeman cuffed me to the bed and left, I got on the bed and lay down on it. When the guard came to check the cell, he couldn't find me, and at last he saw me lying on the bed, but he couldn't do anything. In the evening, the thug Shi tried to force-feed me but failed to put anything down my throat. He became exasperated and violently hit my injured face three times with his fist.
More than two months had passed and I was still persisting. On April 1, the group leader instigated over 20 traitors to beat me. Facing their brutality, I bore one righteous thought, "Gong [energy] is all over my body." I struggled, and it took twelve of them to hold me down while others took turns beating me. Over two hours passed, and they were panting from exhaustion. The ribs on the left side of my body were beaten so severely that it hurt even when I breathed, but I remained unshakable; in the evening, they pushed me down to the ground and cuffed me with my hands behind my back. I said, "If you treat me like this, I'll never give in."
On June 26, the labor camp set up a "strict discipline group"-- ten determined practitioners were locked up together. The guard asked us to sit on stools to punish us (a method of torture in which a person is forced to sit on a small stool for a long time without being allowed to move at all), so nine of us held a hunger strike to protest. I refused to accept the physical punishment, and policewoman Zhao Shuqin brutally beat me. The following morning, I was again severely beaten for refusing to accept their physical punishment. The group leader, Wu Wei, and three others pinned me down on a bunk bed. But I absolutely refused to give in.
Our determined resistance shocked the evil forces at Wujiabaozi Labor Camp and, as a result, our environment was improved. On August 14, we started to rectify the Fa again in the labor camp by shouting "Falun Dafa is good," "Falun Dafa is a righteous Fa"--our shouting echoed above the labor camp.
On August 15, eight of us conquered the evil and walked out of the labor camp with dignity and openness, and we again devoted ourselves to the mighty current of Fa- rectification.
October 7, 2001
